Post by Wanderer of the Mountains on May 11, 2007 16:43:52 GMT -5
My blood,
My Sin,
My fall,
My Failure's call.
I can hear the pain,
Echoing, echoing within,
No sword, no gun, no weapon at all,
Could match my conscience's grasp.
Hear my cry,
As I fall,
I'm no match,
For myself within.
The searing hot heart,
Beating with seawater draining,
Blood is a-flowing,
Watch as the tower falls.
Refuge turns against itself,
It has nowhere to turn,
It has to twist, turn and burn,
For others to be forward bold.
My Sin taints my soul,
Which screams 'No more!'
Here is where sanity barely balances,
Where nothing can pull you back from the void.
Turn back,
I'm on the edge and I wish no one to see,
My fall from the world,
For there is no one left who can help me.
Save yourselves,
For I must fall from this world so mean,
So cruel that I could barely see,
Don't be the refuge unless it's me you want to be.......
My Sin,
My fall,
My Failure's call.
I can hear the pain,
Echoing, echoing within,
No sword, no gun, no weapon at all,
Could match my conscience's grasp.
Hear my cry,
As I fall,
I'm no match,
For myself within.
The searing hot heart,
Beating with seawater draining,
Blood is a-flowing,
Watch as the tower falls.
Refuge turns against itself,
It has nowhere to turn,
It has to twist, turn and burn,
For others to be forward bold.
My Sin taints my soul,
Which screams 'No more!'
Here is where sanity barely balances,
Where nothing can pull you back from the void.
Turn back,
I'm on the edge and I wish no one to see,
My fall from the world,
For there is no one left who can help me.
Save yourselves,
For I must fall from this world so mean,
So cruel that I could barely see,
Don't be the refuge unless it's me you want to be.......