The altar stands before me now Familiar stones cry out my name Beckoning me to draw myself near Tempting me with the lust of my youth
Thoughts resigned to the past Resurface now illicit only pain The fervor that once filled my heart That broke me and drove me insane
Their faces now haunt my every thought Passion and manipulated youth A debt that can never be paid And I was the willful pawn
These hands that grasped for the truth Were given dire wormwood instead This mind that sought only peace Became an engine of war
I became the grinding death An instrument of deceit Filled with a passionate rage The mask I wore became me
I am not what I once thought I was I am not who I once thought I wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
