I wake up somewhere around life's threshold, my mind is broken, I feel nothing! Vultures surrounding me, the sun descending, my skin is burnt, my heart is rotten. Is this a vision? Self immolation? Perhaps just divine intervention.
Slowly crawling out of the swamp of dreams. Deviated and morbid silhouettes I see. Oh forgive me father… father?! Memories scrambled and blood-soaked; blurry yet trustful.
After all that I have done for you, from your shelter I'm denied. Now just a fallen feather in the mud, an afterimage from the past.
My afterimage.
Now between worlds I wander, condemned and blind, thus can't be hearken by no one. Do I deserve to dwell in this prison looking for answers and forgiveness? Is this how I am being repaid for all the dirt I cleaned from your hands?
Slowly crawling out of the swamp of dreams. Deviated and morbid silhouettes I see. And I blame you father… fuck you! Memories scrambled and blood-soaked; blurry yet trustful.
After all that I have done for you, from your shelter I'm denied. Now just a fallen feather in the mud, an afterimage from the past.
After all that I have done for you, from your shelter I'm denied. (I feel nothing!) Now just a fallen feather in the mud, an afterimage from the past.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
