A Feast For Crows

Corpus Christi A Feast For Crows Album

4.Betrayed Redemption

Beyond the source of this wretched decay.
Beyond the force of what pushes away,
underneath and behind.
Everything that you see.
Behind the walls so no one will see.
Behind the lights of this false gallery,
inside my skin I bathe in the blood of innocence and self
disgust.
Guilty. I am Guilty.
The blood is on my hands the darkest stains of my own
reflection.
I'm not strong enough to stand beneath the shame of betrayed
redemption.

Doing what I despise never questioning why
and I'm left so nauseated.
I looking with my own eyes and I don't recognize
the man I was has been degraded.
Never questioning why.
And I'm nauseated,

the spilling blood of the chosen one has bought my
reconciliation.

Reconciled. I am reconciled.
I am reconciled.

The blood is on my hands the darkest stains of my own
reflection.
I'm not strong enough to stand beneath the shame of betrayed
redemption.
And as I come into this place my guilt is washed away.
And I'm purified anew.