When the morning bleaches I watch the river die In the course of my regrets
Where I seek forgiveness There are no willing hearts to forgive
Before my probing eyes Running undercurrent Remorse's sovereign
And in my witching hour That distant mirage revealed the end
This is a pain not felt
The cult of silence as a white weapon Stitches together the fabric of our souls
I am the sum of evil This guilt can't leave behind
The rope is loose around my neck The seeds are scattered right where they fell
Beneath the surface bleeding The forsaker still remains unseen
Mark the death of this solemn curse Walk the path that never ends Gasp the air from this passionate sigh Supress the urge hopelessly enshrined
The leash of all my fears (I am above the circle entangled by despair) Is held by denial (I lure the inept receiver Recycling loss again and again)
When the morning bleaches She watches the river die In the course of her regrets
Where she seeks forgiveness There are no willing hearts to forgive
Behind the rust of our youth The shroud of atonement Is still draped over us
And above cycling waters There will be air… too thin, too rare.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
