To Speak Of Wolves
Scapeson
Let me be your mirror
Let me show you your shame
Don't turn your face away
Reflections can change
My hands are tired
From the weight of empty words
Make it up to me
Like you said you would
Turn this tide for me
Like you said you could
Make it back to me
From the wreckage of the flood
Validate my sorrow
Validate my pain
You know you owe me this...
This debt unpaid
I am the mess you made
You're removed from your throne
And I know not, the way back
I can't forgive you
God no longer hears my prayers
Validate my pain
Validate my sorrow
Maybe I can change
I don't know the way