Quietus
The culprit, you act before thinking,
caught in your ignorant sin.
And lying to your own reflection,
you thought you could hide.
Deprived of my own innocence, denied.
The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance.
See, hear the torture inside,
devouring what was left of my pride.
You thought it's not going to happen to you,
thought you could hide.
Deprived of my own innocence, denied.
The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance.
Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and
your regret has spread over the sea.
Deprived of my own innocence, denied.
The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance.
Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and
your regret has spread over the sea.
