I guess there's nothing you can do
The weakness of your soul and all of my regrets
Can't bring me back those wasted years
Tell me your price of redemption
I could use the sunset to set you free
Forever turn the light into the night
There is no heaven or hell
When your faith lies in a deathbed
So now it's my turn to let this
dark sun burn my sins
You call this rite of passage
From higher flames to ashes
When you keep asking me so
Why you worship something you can't see?
You'd better hide from the storm
Cause I can't tell the right from wrong
You don't need anyone telling you which way to go
And I get full of emptiness
Surounded by the sorrow of this place
That you kept calling a shelter for your prayers