Why does the rain flow my way?
Embraced our solitude,
I'm easy prey.
And as I pray for them to go,
Our sadness burns my soul.
Under the moon I see no friends.
Only the glistening feet
of nightmare's end.
Though this is not the place I die,
I'm scared enough to cry.
"Oh, my love," she cries,
"You and I must suffer before He opens His skies.
Please believe my speech,
For the efforts of the damned are to relieve."
Life is a delicate road.
Pass it while you can if taking too long.
Guilt is the devil,
Takes its toll,
And I've never been a sucker for saving my soul.
(See no end)
I've lost hope for this life;
(Just give in)
Lost all control of my sight.
(Taking life again)
Come soon I'll sleep through the night
"But, oh, my love," I try,
"Evidently we will see these demons 'til we die.
But please release my sleeve,
For the efforts of your 'God' are to deceive."
"But, oh, my love," I lie,
"Let's pretend that peace of mind comes in the afterlife.
But, please come lay with me,
For the sorrows of our guilt will be set free."
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