Paroles de Young Rust

This is absolution When the morning bleaches I watch the river die In the course of my regrets Where I seek forgiveness There are no willing hearts to forgive Before my probing eyes Running undercurrent Remorse's sovereign And in my witching hour That distant mirage revealed the end This is a pain not felt The cult of silence as a white weapon Stitches together the fabric of our souls I am the sum of evil This guilt can't leave behind The rope is loose around my neck The seeds are scattered right where they fell Beneath the surface bleeding The forsaker still remains unseen Mark the death of this solemn curse Walk the path that never ends Gasp the air from this passionate sigh Supress the urge hopelessly enshrined The leash of all my fears (I am above the circle Entangled by despair) Is held by denial (I lure the inept receiver Recycling loss again and again) When the morning bleaches She watches the river die In the course of her regrets Where she seeks forgiveness There are no willing hearts to forgive Behind the rust of our youth The shroud of atonement Is still draped over us And above cycling waters There will be air… too thin, too rare