Paroles de Without Grace

I detach myself from the doctrine And cast away tradition lie. From your fear and promise Free from the icons that falsify existence Lies carved in stone. Bleed before me. Wash away the dreams of happiness. Soaked in illusions of conenient council. Untruth in words. This voice of comfort falls short of healing. No redemption, no change. My season remains the same As I suffer with the sins of my morality. To walk alone. Living with the convictions of my past Moving forward with hope of forgiveness For myself, from myself I will not live in total silence Anothers voice will not command me. Your loyalty is their pedestal and I stand above them Caught between right and wrong. The sheep move towards the alter. The greatest sin is losing faith in ourselves.