Death of a Pastor
Shamir
Twenty-four years is hard enough
To search for what you won't find
Leery as the elderly lady on the block
That I'll make it for too long
Cuz my back don't feel as strong
As when I was oblivious to my surroundings
I grow slower as I grow older with an increasingly faster mind
Pendulum's backwards the death of the pastor will prove to be no defeat
And he walked into my life
When I already said goodbye
But I don't have to claim him as my own
As we lie beneath the sheets
With your head resting on me
Thinking bout how I can't wait to suffer