Weep for Me
Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber
Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life
Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed
The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning
As night descends the dreams return
To fill my bed again
Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
Reluctant to awake, yet terrified to sleep
Weep for me
For what I have done
Cry like the cryers of ancient times
Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
There's no hope in hell it can ever
Be undone
Going trought the motions
Keeping the madness at day
Blocking all emotions
For fear they'll wash my soul away
Behind me the past comes clawing trough
The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped around you
My memory is obscured by clouds of time
I ask myself a painfull question
Would I still recognize my son
Running from what's comming
At least in my dreams I can run
Hiding from the blackness
That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs
Behind my the past comes clawing trough
The years of grief and depression I suffered for you
My memory, little pieces still remain
I make myself a painful promise
To visit your grave my son
Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life
Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed
The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning
As night descends the dreams return
To fill my bed again
Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
Reluctant to awake, yet terrified to sleep
Weep for me
For what I have done
Cry like the cryers of ancient times
Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
There's no hope in hell it can ever
Be undone
Going trought the motions
Keeping the madness at day
Blocking all emotions
For fear they'll wash my soul away
Behind me the past comes clawing trough
The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped around you
My memory is obscured by clouds of time
I ask myself a painfull question
Would I still recognize my son
Running from what's comming
At least in my dreams I can run
Hiding from the blackness
That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs
Behind my the past comes clawing trough
The years of grief and depression I suffered for you
My memory, little pieces still remain
I make myself a painful promise
To visit your grave my son
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Writer(s): Edward Warbie, Rogga Johansson
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