歌词
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh
You Do have eyes
Can you see like mankind sees
Why have you soured and curdled me
Oh you tireless watcher, what have I done to you
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain
Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame
Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company
But now the janitors of shadowland their flick brooms at me
Oh you tireless watcher what have I done to you
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
Antagonists: man is the sire of sorrow
I've lost all taste for life
I'm all complaints
Tell me why do you starve the faithful
Why do you crucify the saints
And you let the wicked prosper
You let their children frisk like deer
And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near
We don't despise your chastening
God is correcting you
Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress
Oh, these pompous physicians
What carelessness
Oh all this ranting all this wind
Filling our ears with trash
Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury
They come blaming and shaming
Evil doer
And shattering me
This vain man wishes to seem wise
A man born of asses
Oh you tireless watcher, what have I done to you
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
We don't despise your chastening
Already on a bed of sighs and screams
And still you torture me with visions
You give me terrifying dreams
Better I was carried from the womb to straight the grave
I see the diggers waiting, they're spadesleaning on their
Man is the sire of sorrow
Sure as the sparks ascend
Where is hope you're while wondering what went wrong
Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn
Evil is sweet in your mouth
Hiding under your tongue
Show your face
What a long fall from grace
Help me understand
What is the reason for your heavy hand
You're stumbling in shadows
You have no name now
Was it the sins of my youth
What have I done to you
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly
Everything I dread and everything I fear come true
Man is the sire of sorrow
Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true
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