When I kept silent, my bones wasted away
Ignore the illness, as I will have my way
There is an evil that conspires my death
And I forget: I'm not alone...
Compelled by whispers in the dark, I leave my home behind
Led only by my lust, barreling head-first into the night
To follow no one; to become my own god
Then the truth pounds in my chest
The only name I make for myself is regret
When every word of truth feels like an open wound
When every step brings me crashing to the ground
When I prefer the bastard's curse
Love me like a son... Love me like a son
My pride is ignorant
Resolve is negligent
But I'm in deep, and I just can't quit
Lost at every turn without you
But still I feel your gentle gaze
The devil does his work with my own hands
But you weep with me and take me back again
And you welcome everyone that mourns
And every broken heart is sure to find a loving home
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