sickcycle
10-15-2004, 03:51 PM
Ghost
Bullets cross my path as the music plays
Facing what I have neglected for so long
Darkness is my song, through the last days
The inevitable has finally come to great me
My suicide mission, and life itself is now complete
I had destroyed this evil, and the evil destroyed me
But as I stand so close to the edge of The Deep
I wait quietly for my sentence, my punishment
And pray to myself, my soul He will keep
I know now what my sentence has come to be
Bound to wonder with no one at my side
In the places I know, this is my purgatory
I see my family through the broken window
My wife she weeps for me, my children don’t understand
Comforting words I whisper, if she heard, I don’t know
Looking back at my life of emptiness and self-service
I realize there is something out there everyone seeks
Beneath the grey fog, in the back of our mind, it calls to us
A meaning, a wanting for expectance in a see of sorrow
I found these too late, in God I trusted, and God I betrayed
Alone I have become, with irony leading me into tomorrow
I cannot feel the warmth of her skin, not even when I touch her
Her smile is locked away, retribution of my sin has been has spread
My love will always be with her, and my sin will cause her to suffer
Bullets cross my path as the music plays
Facing what I have neglected for so long
Darkness is my song, through the last days
The inevitable has finally come to great me
My suicide mission, and life itself is now complete
I had destroyed this evil, and the evil destroyed me
But as I stand so close to the edge of The Deep
I wait quietly for my sentence, my punishment
And pray to myself, my soul He will keep
I know now what my sentence has come to be
Bound to wonder with no one at my side
In the places I know, this is my purgatory
I see my family through the broken window
My wife she weeps for me, my children don’t understand
Comforting words I whisper, if she heard, I don’t know
Looking back at my life of emptiness and self-service
I realize there is something out there everyone seeks
Beneath the grey fog, in the back of our mind, it calls to us
A meaning, a wanting for expectance in a see of sorrow
I found these too late, in God I trusted, and God I betrayed
Alone I have become, with irony leading me into tomorrow
I cannot feel the warmth of her skin, not even when I touch her
Her smile is locked away, retribution of my sin has been has spread
My love will always be with her, and my sin will cause her to suffer