No release
Enviado: sexta mar 04, 2005 9:41 am
There's no escape.
Nowhere to hide from this.
On my knees,
there's no relief.
The shadow on the mantle has moved further...
The blood on the carpet is seeping into my bones.
There is no release.
There is no one here.
I'm on my knees,
tasting the blood that I've drawn,
tasting the hurt and the thorns,
trying to see beyond this.
The shadow on the floor has moved closer.
There is no relief.
Stuck in my mouth,
the crimes and the sins,
and the bitterest taste from your loins,
and the lies I have sold,
and the price I must pay,
and the shadow you cast upon me today.
There is no release.
There's only me here.
I won't take this blame from you.
I will not let you go.
On my knees,
I do what you want,
I'll be who you want,
there is no release.
The shadow upon me has moved over.
You should taste this.
You should try this.
This despair, this rage, this want.
You talk of pain,
you write of pain,
you play of pain
wallow in your pain.
On my knees
there is no relief,
do you know what pain is?
You should try this:
down on your knees,
bowing in humility,
the bitterest taste stuck in your mouth
from someone else's loins.
Doing their bidding
against your better judgement,
burning from what they won't give,
cauterized in your own lust like I am,
ignoring the pleading eyes and the open mouth
and the open rift between my legs,
hidden from view
as I'm down on my knees.
I won't take this blame from you.
There is no release.
Nowhere to hide from this.
On my knees,
there's no relief.
The shadow on the mantle has moved further...
The blood on the carpet is seeping into my bones.
There is no release.
There is no one here.
I'm on my knees,
tasting the blood that I've drawn,
tasting the hurt and the thorns,
trying to see beyond this.
The shadow on the floor has moved closer.
There is no relief.
Stuck in my mouth,
the crimes and the sins,
and the bitterest taste from your loins,
and the lies I have sold,
and the price I must pay,
and the shadow you cast upon me today.
There is no release.
There's only me here.
I won't take this blame from you.
I will not let you go.
On my knees,
I do what you want,
I'll be who you want,
there is no release.
The shadow upon me has moved over.
You should taste this.
You should try this.
This despair, this rage, this want.
You talk of pain,
you write of pain,
you play of pain
wallow in your pain.
On my knees
there is no relief,
do you know what pain is?
You should try this:
down on your knees,
bowing in humility,
the bitterest taste stuck in your mouth
from someone else's loins.
Doing their bidding
against your better judgement,
burning from what they won't give,
cauterized in your own lust like I am,
ignoring the pleading eyes and the open mouth
and the open rift between my legs,
hidden from view
as I'm down on my knees.
I won't take this blame from you.
There is no release.
Sem palavras! Espectáculo!
