Rapture
I know this ever longing sense of dread
No good comes from life
You just want me dead
Now, don't you, great gods?
You gave the chance to defy all odds, but you know me too well
Oh great gods of hell
An age of unease
This life of trepidation
Your gift was disguised as a fatal laceration
Of the mind
Of the soul
Of the heart; a mere hole
Oh, ruthless leader, please bless me again
I need the falsities -- Blissful ignorance
These lies of rapture died so young
Resurrect them let them live again
Oh, let them live
No good comes from life
You just want me dead
Now, don't you, great gods?
You gave the chance to defy all odds, but you know me too well
Oh great gods of hell
An age of unease
This life of trepidation
Your gift was disguised as a fatal laceration
Of the mind
Of the soul
Of the heart; a mere hole
Oh, ruthless leader, please bless me again
I need the falsities -- Blissful ignorance
These lies of rapture died so young
Resurrect them let them live again
Oh, let them live
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Writer(s): D Butler
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