(What is a soul worth? To me? It doesn't matter. I am no God. I know what I did. I killed. I killed because I was called to. I did what was asked of me. I regret nothing. I feel nothing. I feel nothing.)
Lashes slap calloused skin But they are no match for the burn within
If given the chance, I'd kill again No restraint for the guilty man
I refuse to believe the myth of sanity I demand my reprieve from your reality I know what I did, I followed the signs The consequences haunting me are seen by the blind I carry the burden, the burden of proof The burden of murder, the burden of…
Truth be told, I'm centuries old A life by the knife is a life in the hole
If given the chance, I'd kill again
I know I should feel something But all I feel is nothing But all I've felt was nothing all my life… nothing all my life
When the reaper lies dead and buried Who will come to harvest your soul? The executioner sleeps beneath the soil We are all born from sin Spare me your pleas of innocence We are all murderers waiting to be hung
No one is beautiful No one is pure No one is innocent and No one is safe
We are all murderers waiting to be hung No one is innocent and no one is safeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
