Paroles de The Man Without Skin

Please gods do not let them forget me Seasons have changed and now have forced me To find a will and a way to go home As I lie in the cold I am dying I lift my head and begin crying Out to someone to something to anything To anyone at all The horrors return and churn in my memories Those bodies that burned There was beaty and grace In that place that we lived for Never a trace of a face we didn't care for But no more Now some pray to the moon and some stare blankly Into the eyes of the doomed They place their hands gently On those who had gone too soon And plead to me intensely "Godspeed be on your way go on" So please gods do not forget me As I lie at hte gates of this city Find me the will and the way to return