Sean Filkins - Prisoner Of Conscience, Part I. The Soldier | Текст песни

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• Prisoner Of Conscience, Part I. The Soldier

Please don’t ask me who I am, as I for one just don’t understand.
This life. So sacred. So fragile, yet so cold.
The changes, taking place. So much deceit on, smiling faces.
The silent, witnesses watch, the innocence decay.

As the pages slowly turn,
The lessons that we sought we thought we’d never learn.
And a life it seems. So full of broken dreams.

Help me to escape this living nightmare. To see just who I am,
and find the light of day.
Help me make amends with all the ghosts of all the innocent.
That I betrayed along the way.
I was their destiny, and I led them like a Siren to the shore.
Now I’m haunted by the ghosts of all the innocent,
that I surrendered to deaths door.
I wrote their history. My gun the pen, a different line each day.
Now I’m haunted by the ghosts of all the innocent,
that I betrayed along the way.

Suffocating, In self pity. See how the mighty fall.
Smoking candle.Mocking shadow, it’s last dance on the wall.
I know I’ll, get no mercy, the verdict signed and sealed.
But am I guilty, Guilty now. Guilty of it all.

I was their destiny, and I led them like a Siren to the shore.
Now I’m haunted by the ghosts of all the innocent,
that I surrendered to deaths door.
I wrote their history. My gun the pen, a different line each day.
Now I’m haunted by the ghosts of all the innocent,
that I betrayed along the way.

But you, never let go. To the things you loved most.
You new, it was wrong. Tried to exorcise the ghost’s
Tried to keep your integrity. You kept living a lie.
In a place you called hope, in a place you called sanctuary.

Will you sit and judge me, when this all falls apart.
When paranoia destroys you, and compassion seems a dying art.

Bought back from your slumbers in a mist of sudden fear,
The grinning deaths mask black dance fades before your eyes.
The ice cold sweat. The pain. The tears. The tortured aftermath.
Depravation, Desperation. Nowhere to run, nowhere to run.

There’s a time for killing in every war. To be killed or not to be.
But when you’ve seen the bloodlust, and the counting of the score.
Another notch, another sign, just always wanting more
So many Innocent. So many people.
Feeding their desire.

Don’t ask me who I am. As I for one, just can’t comprehend.
This life so sacred. This life so fragile. Yet so cold.

To return to a. Hero’s welcome. Swept along on a wave of euphoria.
Your memory. Now suppressed in the. Blinking of an eye.

But you can’t lose it. You know it happened.
Caught in the crossfire as the prophets have their day.
The lies, deceit, reality. The patrons of hypocrisy.
All slap each other’s backs in time, for trusting their morality.
A sardonic toast, to the victims on the funeral pyre.
The costly toll of life and love. Exchanged for Blood and Fire.

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