contrite

Contrite commercial, arrogance, leprosy

Consume the bitch, the fucker, mindless like a child

You're better off to join in my game

She'll be better off to cry, contrite tears

One day, she'll wonder why she had to let you disappear

I look like a born again Christian Dior, right?

I'm not contrite, I ain't litty, my nigga, I'm dynamite

Keep a Rowdy Roddy Piper for niggas who get too piped up

To make it to church, well, she'll need to hurry

When late, she will bow down contrite

While a meteor turns out the light

As their kingdom comes tumbling down

We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!

Long gone are the filthy liars

The sacrifices of our God

Are a broken and a contrite heart

Against You and You alone

Hey, keep your sickness off me, trying to get through

Blame all your weakness on me, shame that I'm so contrite

Hey, keep your fingers off me, why can't I get through

Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean

So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead

Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones

Breathless you pose, burning with spite

Beauty is so crude, contrite

Venom you bleed bile within

You're not alone

Come all you weak, and contrite

He'll strengthen, and clothe you in white

Poor thing, poor thing

The judge, he tells her, is all contrite

He blames himself for her dreadful plight

Is everything so thrown together by mistake?

Why is everything contrite

Is everything a plight

Leave with a suture

Hands for the contrite

Bans for the gun rights

And there you wept alone

Your heart was so contrite"

"You said, 'Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes

It's not love any other way

A broken and contrite heart

I will not despise

Wide open at me, like hope exactly

You're contrite, oh, but I know it's actually sweet

When she hammers on my door in tears and rags

Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite

Will I take her in or hurl her to the wolves?

But I'm laughing loud, I'm laughing loud

You could be contrite

But you don't know how, you don't know how

My tears were never enough to keep that girl alive

Now she seems contrite will she make the change

Chorus: the next time 'round

I'm runnin' from my life, now I'm tryna fight hard

These ain't just lyrics but a contrite heart

Yeah, feel it like the heat in the summer

Outside the train overnight

Contrite the whistle wails goodnight

Apologising like an old dictator might

Broken in spirit

And contrite at hearts

Have Your way Lord

When she hammers on my door in tears and rags.

Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite,

Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?