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• Artiste: Artifex Pereo
• Titre: Hands Of Penance
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These walls became a cage Scratched with delicate wounds that mark a dying day The scraps of breath I take belong to someone else The dirt is all I know Chained in line with the other sick, forgotten souls Stuck with lies they told and wished they never found What good is fear to a man when he's lost everything else? Trees need no bark once the core is hollowed out When a mistake is just that, transforming Eden to Hell Such reflection will leave you beside yourself There are days when death would be welcomed as a friend But I'll live until we meet with my regrets My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate Held in the hands of penance What good are dreams when I wake To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong? There are days when death would be welcomed as a brother sent To soothe a tired friend The easy way extends a hand Leading us to satisfaction earned by fearful men My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate Held in the hands of penance What good are dreams when I wake To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong? I'd see these walls in flames I'd have to I'd watch them crumble down to cleanse my sin A second chance to take a life back But it will never come a waste of time