歌词
i implore you hear my tale, before you given to your hatred,
on my devoted head, i'd ask you have i've not suffered enough.
At the dorne of my existence, my soul glow with love and compassion,
i reachet for my father,
but you turn your back and left my for death.
i escape into the moonlight into the rain,
horring from the black and comfortably sky.
everywhere i saw acceptance.
i been greeted by the cruelty of men,
the ratched form that you have given to me is all that they can see.
how can i be blamed for the things that i have done?
everything i suffered has led me to violence.
and driven compassion from my mind
until this monster is all thats left behind.
you accuse me a murder,
and yet you would with a satisfied conscience destroy your own
creation, ashed by atom,
but instead i've become the fallen angel driven from joy banish for
eternity, everywhere i see the blizt,
wich i'm alone will be forever denyde.
the ratched form that you have given to me condems me to misery.
how can i be blamed for the things that i have done?
everything i suffered has led me to violence.
and driven compassion from my mind
and this monster is what's left behind.
but it is in your heart to bring my rough to an end,
do as i ask and let your conscience be plenty,
but if you refuse i will glad the mor of death...
blood of your remaining friend.
lonelyness infuse in me a burning desire,
wich you alone poses the means to
satisfy, i'am forsaken with one grotesque design