Act Of Contrition

Feel the cold hands upon meRecollection of my betrayalMy betrayalMy betrayalIt is not the pain inside yourselfThat tears the deepest woundsI drift along suspended in shadowsMemories right from the hazeWith sobriety comes recollectionMy betrayalMy betrayalIt is not the pain inside yourselfThat tears the deepest woundsIt is the pain you createThat consumes your very soulI drift along suspended in shadowsI drift along suspended in shadowsI drift along suspended in shadowsI drift along suspended in shadowsA specter of despairBuilt on good intentionsIt is not the pain inside yourselfThat tears the deepest woundsIt is the pain that you createThat consumes your very soul