Из альбома: Renaissance in Reverse
You move. I move. You move.
(I move for urgency this must move now.)
He's not dead,
though if he were,
you would be held with blame.
His death is mine.
Now own his shame.
Sever this man's travels
It is too close to the last time
get it away.
It will end how it has, how it will, how it must.
Oh forgive me conscience
How you sting my steps.
Oh sweet melody lingers in my head.
Oh sweet melody lingers till I'm dead.
I am not your savior. I am not the savior.
I will rot as savior, so rot with I as savior.
This is mine.
I am convinced until I stand corrected.