I once bled the colour of poison But you would never understand So far removed from what once was I am now a hollow man
The wound could never be cleaned and stunk while cauterized And the crude stitches spelt out every failure I had once denied
The heart of the hypocrite So bitter and defined
Cut the stitches Reopen the wound Dig deep for the meaning Cut away the totting tissue Sever the veins that feed every action, every lie Suck the marrow clean from the bone
To try in vain to stem the infection or to spread it as far as I can No hope of reparation, defeated long before I began
To offer for sacrifice The nihilist or the narrator When they are one and the same The sinner and savior My hopes, they run like blood As my fictions burn to the ground For shame, the futility These scars, the foulest cross to bear
Please let me undo all that has been done This reversal of myself, this reversal of manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
