Faith In Others
The grave of our youth is up aheadAnd life has become a burdenWe move in circles of suppressed despairWaiting for the sunAnd turning stones to find evidenceBut it hides in the recesses of our hearts
A written decree of our lossAnd we carried no faith in the crossAnd the cold years are comingFor the victims of a longing
Out through the doors of starvationAnd into the rains of damnationWhere the bitter winds are singingFor the victims of a longing
We carried along through squalorWith an inborn need to dominate and possessIt gives birth to an anger insideAnd we can't control thisThe blood of departure in our tracksDripping from our emptying vesselsYour hand reached out to hold mineBut you're grasping melting ice
Asleep in the rainA child once againAnd the ghost in my headHas forgiven me
Lifted his curse upon me