Ambition wanes, getting weaker with each setting sun I'm feeling hopeless even though my trials have only just begun
As I search for a cure I found myself outside the house of god. And it's frightening to face that which I used to disown, seeking atonement for my crimes against the law inscribed upon this stone.
Now I know it's just matter of time before I strike up a deal with the prodigal son, it might be desperately ironic but it's better than none.
Cost me a thousand names and a life of shame to turn my back on what I used to know. Set a road with no definite goal but a quest for self, and the promise of holy redemption.
But despite my reservations, you're the best friend I could ever know. And my only regret is that I didn't worship sooner. Feels like I'm having a fucking Epiphany. Feels like I'm having a fucking war.
The seed of doubt's started growing in the back of my mind. I have to question if it's all just an elaborate lie But there's no time to doubt and I'm too desperate to give a fuck Ignore the inner strife, I will plead for life, pledge myself to you and be reborn as something new.
Within the desperate walls of parish I made my plight set in the sanguine glow of a window stained by Christ. I was slow in my admiration, for I had my pride to lose. But had a feeling in my heart that it's okay.
I stumbled through the verses that I used to know. I thought my days of chasing dreams was a whole life time ago. But despite my reservations, you're the best friend I've ever known. And my only regret is that I didn't worship sooner.
Within the desperate walls of parish I made my plight set in the sanguine glow of a window stained by Christ. I was slow in my admiration, for I had my pride to lose. But had a feeling in my heart that it's okay.
I stumbled through the verses that I used to know. I thought my days of chasing dreams were a whole life time ago. But despite my reservations, you're the best friend I've ever known. And my only regret is that I didn't worship sooner.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
