How much longer until I see the end For I know my days are numbered Mind runs astray Contaminating the peace within me What means of solace What means of escape When I curse and cry out Your name I see myself upon a cross a shame Condemning all of my infectious acts More like Your son, more like myself A cruel balance lies upon me The crushing weight of atrocity Make swift Your hand To cover all the shame of what I cannot beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
