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My Confession

 

My Confession

(album: Requiem - 2022)


Hey there
Can you see me
Can you feel me
You are lost in your ego
Human
Are deceitful
And quite evil
Your desire has robbed you
Too late
You can't run from
What it is that
You have become trivial
What's wrong
You don't like this
You deny it
And run back to your black hole

So what is this
Too weak to commit
You just run and hide
You kept on inside

There's nothing displayed
Lying here afraid
I didn't really want to break it
All I want is things to turn around
As I waste away
In this hell I made
I sit and contemplate my actions
Helpless thoughts infection's taking hold

This infection's taking hold
My confession

Too bad
You are inapt
You can accept
That you are absurdity
Go on
With your conflicts
You're impoverished
Lacking any kind of honor
Be gone
With your sulking
As you're melting
Into a parasitic creature
Nothing
Will control this
What you cherish
Ultimately will consume you

So what is this
Too weak to commit
You just run and hide
You kept on inside

There's nothing displayed
Lying here afraid
I didn't really want to break it
All I want is things to turn around
As I waste away
In this hell I made
I sit and contemplate my actions
Helpless thoughts infection's taking hold

Lonesome
Your bed is made
The outcome
A useless masquerade

There's nothing displayed
Lying here afraid
I didn't really want to break it
All I want is things to turn around
As I waste away
In this hell I made
I sit and contemplate my actions
Helpless thoughts infection's taking hold

This infection's taking hold
My confession

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