Hands of Penance - Artifex Pereo

These walls became a cage

Scratched 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 other 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 I wake

To find I’m right where I’ll always be even if I don’t belong?

There are days when death would be welcomed as a brother sent

To soothe a tired friend

The easy way extends a hand

Leading us to satisfaction earned by fearful men

My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate

Held in the hands of penance

What good are dreams when I wake

To find I’m right where I’ll always be even if I don’t belong?

I’d see these walls in flames

I’d have to

I’d watch them crumble down to cleanse my sin

A second chance to take a life back

But it will never come a waste of time