كلمات Trial

Seems like I'll never find My peace of mind I must be blind To not see in front of me My self-inflicted warning signs And even though I pay my sins With blood and sweat and jugs of wine No matter how much I give I owe, I owe, I owe, I owe Save me But pay the toll Not far to go Just like Josef K. Don't seem to know just what I owe This aching pleasure to be Weighed upon my aching soul And on these two bare feet I'm made to walk that hundredth mile To blister in the sun of My trial, my trial, my trial, my trial Save me But pay the toll Not far to go Save me But pay the toll Not far to go All I owe