Lone
desperation the terror of loss dark leprosy of the soul
So many regrets so many the days lost stumbling through the cold
Oh the things I would change just give it all back - rescue the dead
from the grave
Still time forges on there is no recourse - leave the corpse to decay
Step
by step and line by line the saga begins to unfold, the trial of life
and the judgment in death
The object at stake is the soul. Blinded by pride self regard the
scourge
Without eyes it lashes away. In the end we see what it is we’ve
destroyed
And we’re trapped in the wreckage of rage
All
of the chances that I’ve thrown away, so selfish so stupid so
blind
How can it be that would dwells in the heart can become so distorted
in mind?
So simple in word, so simple indeed! Yet reality does not agree. When
it’s all at an end
And the flood’s run its course we’re left with this damned
misery
Lone
desperation the terror of loss - The darkening of days
Frantic frustration there is no recourse - Leave the dead to decay
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