Rotting Christ Out Of Spirits
Great dilemma Detestable thoughts Non-existing facts And it's the grief that accompanies you Life and death are struggling The outcome is wavering The decision is ours But the truth escapes me The sadness of bereavement The loss of innocence Hate made an untrodden path Of my soul I walk lightly Trying not to wake My sleeping consciousness Trying to resist myself The fate has schemed Against us The weak are condemned Fear now I want to be alive But my soul is asleep You can say whatever I go on all alone
