| In the darkness I see her shadow
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| As a lonely sad silhouette
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| I’m remorseful but my pride still
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| Is too strong to accept my regrets
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| I sit in silence crouched in a corner
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| I hear the hollow ticking of the clock
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| My mind is chasing thoughts that are fleeing
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| Oh god of mercy! |
| Do I know what I have done
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| I rest my head in hands that tremble
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| I’m repressing thoughts of what I am
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| I am scared of the power of my feelings
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| I can’t bear the burden of the deeds
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| I can’t trust the nature of my being
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| Cause my hate is fiery and profound
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| Each passing minute feels like an eon
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| Time seems unreal in the presence of death
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| I’m spinning deeper into my madness
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| Clinging on to traces of hope
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| I rest my head in hands that are shaking
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| I’m denying the facts of what I am
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| I close my eyes but the scene I’m seeing
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| Keep’s repeating again and again
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| I can’t leash the fury I’m feeling
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| I cannot break the circle of my rage
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| I can’t trust the nature of my being
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| 'Cos my hate is fiery and profound |