I See myself, don't know what I've done,
eyes hurt badly, gazing to the sun.
I don't get it, I don't get it,
Guilty all the same.
I lost my sight, don't know where to go,
heart beats fast, but the blood-flow's slow.
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?
Guilty all the way.
Learn the hard way, after all I've done,
bones are frozen, the winter has come.
I don't get it, I don't get it.
Guilty alt the same.
Learn to feel, that others did feel,
cut and bleed, and suffer for real.
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?
Guilty all the way.
Guilty thoughts won't go away,
all that gets under their sway,
will lose the spin,
I can't sleep and I can't think,
can't see sense in anything,
butterfly on a pin.
What's my sin?
I lost myself, don't know what to do,
the Lane of Shame, that I'm running through.
I don't get it, I don't get it.
Guilty all the same.
I see my hands, don't know what to take,
limbs feel numb, drowning in a lake.
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?
Guilty all the way.
Guilty thoughts won't go away,
all that gets under their sway,
will lose the spin,
I can't sleep and I can't think,
can't see sense in anything,
butterfly on a pin.
What's my sin?
Guilty thoughts won't go away,
all that gets under their sway,
will lose the spin,
I can't sleep and I can't think,
can't see sense in anything,
butterfly on a pin.
What's my sin?
Guilty thoughts won't go away,
all that gets under their sway,
will lose the spin,
I can't sleep and I can't think,
can't see sense in anything,
butterfly on a pin.
What's my sin?
Learn to feel, what others did feel,
Cut and bleed, and suffer for real.
Don't you get it? Don't you get it?
Guilty all the way. |
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