Guilt

The sky is falling from over our heads
And will we make it?
I do not know
And why are we crawling through miles of barbed wire?
Mindlessly cutting ourselves
To the bone

So rid me of my sins and clean me of my filth
Tired of losing, scared to win, driven by fear and ruled by guilt

I've found my mind too tired to fight
My body too feeble to move
Or I would cry
If the ground should swallow me up and it might
I'd have nothing to prove
And could die

So rid me of my sins and clean me of my filth
No good can come of this, I am man and man is guilt

So rid me of my sins and clean me of my filth
No good can come of this, I am man and man is guilt



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Duffy
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