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