Из альбома: The Anatomy of Melancholy

We see the sin before the saint

We see the curse before the blessing


We shake the little that remains

Until we are left with nothing



Look beyond the flesh, look beyond the mind



We see the freak before the person

We see the scars before the healting

We hear the lie before the reason

We crave the answer; not it's meaning



We seek the judgement and not the understanding

We see the house and not the place we shared

We look past the story to the ending

We see the tears and not the soul you bared

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