Issue No 148 Hands Of Penance Lyrics


Hands of Penance by Issue No. 148

(Verse)
These walls became a cage stretched with delicate wounds
That mark a dying day, the scraps of breath I take
Belong to someone else

The dirt is all I know, chained in line with the others
Sick forgotten souls stuck with lies they told
And wished they never found

What good is fear to a man
When he's lost everything else?
Trees need no bark once the core is hollowed out
When a mistake is just that transforming Eden to Hell
Such reflection will leave you beside yourself
There are days when death would be welcomed as a friend
But I'll live until we meet with my regrets

My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate
Held in the hands of penance
What good are dreams when wake?
To find I'm right where I'll always be
Even if I don't belong

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