Alone, i feel alone
Darkness is comforting, I embrace it.
I can talk to it, it doesn't judge me, your look disgust me.
Make me perplex, because it throws me to my face what I'll never be. Me.
Our desire are not the same, mine is simple. Taking life away.
Feeling a soul going away, softly slipping between my fingers.
I'm waiting providence for you to come to me, draped of black and bitterness.
Cause, far away, I can hear your voice begging for me to run to you.
And to cut short that pain which is mine.
First is a man.
Second is a priest.
Third is a woman.
Despite themselves, they're here, oh providence you've been generous.
Cause at this trinity, I'll be able to satisfy this need of revenge.
White is doubts and certainly, they'll pay the prize of his hold.
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Alone, i feel alone
Darkness is comforting, I embrace it.
I can talk to it, it doesn't judge me, your look disgust me.
Make me perplex, because it throws me to my face what I'll never be. Me.
Our desire are not the same, mine is simple. Taking life away.
Feeling a soul going away, softly slipping between my fingers.
I'm waiting providence for you to come to me, draped of black and bitterness.
Cause, far away, I can hear your voice begging for me to run to you.
And to cut short that pain which is mine.
First is a man.
Second is a priest.
Third is a woman.
Despite themselves, they're here, oh providence you've been generous.
Cause at this trinity, I'll be able to satisfy this need of revenge.
White is doubts and certainly, they'll pay the prize of his hold.
Darkness is comforting, I embrace it.
I can talk to it, it doesn't judge me, your look disgust me.
Make me perplex, because it throws me to my face what I'll never be. Me.
Our desire are not the same, mine is simple. Taking life away.
Feeling a soul going away, softly slipping between my fingers.
I'm waiting providence for you to come to me, draped of black and bitterness.
Cause, far away, I can hear your voice begging for me to run to you.
And to cut short that pain which is mine.
First is a man.
Second is a priest.
Third is a woman.
Despite themselves, they're here, oh providence you've been generous.
Cause at this trinity, I'll be able to satisfy this need of revenge.
White is doubts and certainly, they'll pay the prize of his hold.
Writer: Geoffrey GRANGE
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Copyright: Lyrics © AMOC