Act Of Contrition

Shadows Fall

Feel the cold hands upon me

Recollection of my betrayal



My betrayal!



It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds



I drift along suspended in shadows

Cold memories escape the haze

With sobriety comes recollection



It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds



It is the pain that you create

That shreds your very soul



A specter of despair

Built on good intentions



It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds



It is the pain that you create

That shreds your very soul