These are the things I no longer wish to understand. The blood on my hands, shaking with rage at life taken away. You know what they say? It's part of life in this land. I try to stand, my legs buckle despite my wish to be gone.
The crimson turns to ichor, crawling up my arms to my head. The knowledge of the dead, the living tossed aside. And I, inside feel innocence giving in to my dread. The horrors unsaid. The victims of my ignorant side...
Bodies controlled by others are dying, Victims of a culture of lying Led to the water, forced to drink, finding the poison, we find that link Cognitive Dissonance so out of sync, shouting so loud that you can't think The opposing thoughts, voices and methods, they cancel out so it seems silent instead.
Exhausted, what I know reaches my neck. The air becomes thick, with the thoughts of my own Filled with regret, regret, regret, regret, regret Paralyzing my soul, I can't forget. My head is now red, with the blood from my hands. Collapsed in the corner. See all that's left My brain soaked in death. It's all subtle theft.
It was so much simpler then. Back before I bore the sin. Mislead to think I had no hand In the things I can't forget I know and understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
