Forgive me father for what I'm about to do
I am so tired of silence returned, while reaching out to you
This deep sleep walking, half dream and death
Never ebbing like winters spread has to come to an end

Forgive me mother for all I've put you through
I can't go on knowing the evil that people like me can do
nightmares will carry me along far after this song
Where silence will peel like paint
under duress of choking pain
and I can be the child I was
Before innocence was gone
And I can be, what I was, again

Forgive me lover for the words I said to you

I never meant to hurt you,
like this
and it's like...

Like demon's beating this body to broken beaten bones, I'm filled with passion burnt cinders of me!
Cursed with the passion to scream, lacking the words to speak,
Dead like canvas craving paint, where the will to create brings you to shakes
and shudders...
as your mind slowly breaks

and the words are shit, that streamed when the poet woke
you wouldn't believe the ignorance that fucked from his throat

Forgive the irony in this land of heroes dead
Where the mouths that hunger, can't be fed
Where my only hero is what this shell used to be

what sadly, used to be me