Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us
Beating
Heart still beating for the cause
Bleeding
Soul still bleeding from the
Lost, here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me
All are gone
Time
Please remedy my confusion
And thrust me back to the day
The
You wait by the window
Morning's breath on the sill
Idle hands
Stay with me a while
Rise above the vile
Name my final
We entered winter once again
Naked, freezing from my breath
'Neath the
Istrumental
