Из альбома: Anagogic Tyranny
[Music: Jeff Lewis, Lyrics: Derek From]
This shard of glass reflects only poorly
The terror that I have become
Its razor edge elicits longing
Beckons of release from pain
The memories are a plague to me
My regret destroys respite
Ghostly figures accuse me of my sin
And no release can there be
Offering confidence
Offering certainty
Offering complete total sleep
No choice remains
Driven unto murder
Consumed with a burning rage
That makes me stronger
It gives me purpose
A captive bound to serve and die
I am the beast that does its bidding
I am the monster I abhor
I sanctioned death. Yet I'm the instrument
Fulfilling the will of others
Offering confidence
Offering certainty
Offering complete total sleep
Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake
Now in my pain a deep remorse
For what I've done
Bathe now my wounds my love
Rest my head on your hate
I taste your blood on your lips
The crimson of my regret
Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake
Now in my pain a deep remorse
This shard of glass finds my flesh
No more confidence
No more certainty
Only exhilarating freedom