Graven and weary, limp with dread Seizing in fits of nausea
Veiled indiscretion Heinous cycle of depravity Essence reduced to abstraction
Life withheld from fruition Senses deprived Nowhere to hide Suffering redefined
There was no blindfold over your eyes No vile image to conceal
O pray this terror Fades to comforting numbness
How I would welcome oblivion To escape the loss of myself I shudder to think what I have become Cowering in shame
Draped in malice Wallowing in defeated silence How I would welcome oblivion To escape this loss of myself An infinite denial
Where has the day gone? Wide open eyes, cast aside None witness the rite of my defilement Clutching in vain to the threads of a tattered memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
