| Every day I feel a new attachment
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| I feel the fear in her skin and I hate that it’s lasted
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| Her eyes tell the story of, a violent touch
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| Though she tries just to mask it
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| You can confide in me she says
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| Cut free of all this distress
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| Cleanse your mind, and redefine
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| Is this a tactic to gain my control, ensure my support, to make sure that she’s
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| sheltered
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| I sense some truth in her eyes
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| But if this leads us to my demise
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| Where is earth in this conflict?
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| History could just repeat, and maybe it’s just something we should just leave
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| Even through my great reservations
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| Can’t help but grow more fond
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| Been given many revelations
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| For a second I swore I saw her soul
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| Escape her mouth as she told me of all her devastations
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| I held her tight, through that cold winter night
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| The sound of a sick serenade, children being slain, and should she know that
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| I’m all to blame
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| A feeling I thought I had felt, sympathy and apathy these were traits that I
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| had just shut out
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| Just quit now, can I be forgiven if I just quit now?
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| I spilled the blood of several thousand
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| Could you still feel my soul?
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| If I was lost and I didn’t know?
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| They say «blessed are the meek»
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| If I can’t be reconciled, what’s my destiny?
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| It was cold, and sky was black placed in a gaze then something in me snapped,
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| just sick of hiding myself, and pretending to be, something more than human,
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| someone that could relieve the pain for them, their emptiness
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| There’s things you should know, things I’ve suppressed and now it’s time for me
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| to show |