Orgy Of Pigs - Impounder Тексты

The blood of life drains slow
Show me the things
I don't want to know
Take me back, I don't want to go
Finished here but hold me back
Feel life's shackles start to crack
I don't want to go on,
I want to go back

The guilt it burns fiercely black
The shame it scars upon my back
So many things not done
So many things I lack

Feel for me my family's grief
Take into account our stoic belief
Deem upon me, some sort of relief

Please god don't take my hand
By myself I make a stand
For a life that's much more grand?
Give me a second chance
To make things right
Before you hurl me forth
Into the eternal night
Don't take me home,
Leave me here, I wanna stay
I yield to the impounder
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