Pitiful, poor, blind and naked In pursuit of an atonement that will never come You justify your actions, the excuse of false claims Sinking beneath the hope of release You've built this prison brick by bloody brick Who is the man behind the mask? The brother I loved? The person I once looked up to? Is he lost within?
We're left with nothing but a debt on our hands A broken family, the legacy you've left behind
Face the demon
Or perish as a promise unfulfilled You were meant for more than this An absent figure, an abandoned home You were meant for more than this
Face the demon
We're left with nothing but a debt on our hands A broken family, the legacy you've left behind
Set flames to this withered field These crops are all worthless /x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
