Temptation is what you are, with your nails in my skin.
Groveling, begging slave to your passions.
Your face burned into every thought.
Temptation is what you are and you creep into my mind.
Seductions, devils, and lies are all you whisper in my ears.
Your bidding is all I ever do.
Carnal pleasures are your hands around my throat.
Temptation is what you are and weights heavy on my heart.
You think me an animal, brutal, and savage.
I have become no more then a slave.
Temptation is what you are and you own my soul.
My virtue has vanished.
My spirit is broken.
My fate is in your hands.
Temptation is what you are and the best of my hell.
When will I be free?
Oh the boredom! It’s so dreadful and full of forgetting.
Like…
Why am I here, who am I, How old am I and where was I born?
How did I ever get here?
I have forgotten what I did.
I have forgotten who put me here.
Hope it wasn’t something silly, like insulting someone of importance.
I hope I did something worth remembering.
If it was worthy of remembrance then why have I forgotten it?
I have glimpses of memory.
Like, did Richard ever ask that lovely young girl to marry him?
Who is this Richard anyway?
Was he my brother?
Do I have any brothers?
Did I have a family?
Do they miss me?
I have so many questions.
Guilt is a demon and it haunts our every step.
Weeping, pleading victims of existence.
Dead faces forever etched into our souls.
Guilt is a demon and it runs by our side.
Nightmares, torment and anger are the tools of its trade.
It whispers the words that shall end a man’s life.
Unfulfilled vengeance is its grasp around our throats.
Guilt is a demon and it eats at our table.
We were once men, stalwart and decent.
We now live in regret.
Guilt is a demon and it mirrors the soul.
Our desires ripped apart.
Our doom bears fruit.
Our nightmares realized.
Guilt is a demon that will dig our graves.
Temptation is what you are, with your nails in my skin.
Groveling, begging slave to your passions.
Your face burned into every thought.
Temptation is what you are and you creep into my mind.
Seductions, devils, and lies are all you whisper in my ears.
Your bidding is all I ever do.
Carnal pleasures are your hands around my throat.
Temptation is what you are and weights heavy on my heart.
You think me an animal, brutal, and savage.
I have become no more then a slave.
Temptation is what you are and you own my soul.
My virtue has vanished.
My spirit is broken.
My fate is in your hands.
Temptation is what you are and the best of my hell.
When will I be free?
Oh the boredom! It’s so dreadful and full of forgetting.
Like…
Why am I here, who am I, How old am I and where was I born?
How did I ever get here?
I have forgotten what I did.
I have forgotten who put me here.
Hope it wasn’t something silly, like insulting someone of importance.
I hope I did something worth remembering.
If it was worthy of remembrance then why have I forgotten it?
I have glimpses of memory.
Like, did Richard ever ask that lovely young girl to marry him?
Who is this Richard anyway?
Was he my brother?
Do I have any brothers?
Did I have a family?
Do they miss me?
I have so many questions.
Guilt is a demon and it haunts our every step.
Weeping, pleading victims of existence.
Dead faces forever etched into our souls.
Guilt is a demon and it runs by our side.
Nightmares, torment and anger are the tools of its trade.
It whispers the words that shall end a man’s life.
Unfulfilled vengeance is its grasp around our throats.
Guilt is a demon and it eats at our table.
We were once men, stalwart and decent.
We now live in regret.
Guilt is a demon and it mirrors the soul.
Our desires ripped apart.
Our doom bears fruit.
Our nightmares realized.
Guilt is a demon that will dig our graves.