Act Of Contrition

I feel the cold hands upon me

Recollection of my betrayalMy betrayal

My betrayalIt is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest woundsI drift along suspended in shadowsMemories right from the haze

With sobriety comes recollectionMy betrayal

My betrayalIt is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest woundsIt is the pain you create

That consumes your very soulI drift along suspended in shadows

I drift along suspended in shadowsI drift along suspended in shadowsA specter of despair

Built on good intentionsMy betrayal

My betrayalIt is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest woundsIt is the pain you create

That consumes your very soul