cloaked in sin

Golden flowers, black seeds. In your darkest hour, your master makes you bleed. Chasing dragons always upstream. Antiquated, dopefiend daydream. Always sedated,  nothings ever as it seems.

Shadow of death crawlling under my skin. Hungers for the flesh, cloaked in sin. Lay my bones to rest, willI be foresaken? The road to hell is paved on the end of a pin.

Looking for a mountain top, walking through a valley. Heaven above, the devil beside me. A crooked mile long and winding. On the road to redemption the wind is crying.