
Jaded Passion
by Pray Silent· from This Was Not My War
Woke up this night. I was cold. My
sweat smelled like fresh blood. These
demons brought me back my past. I
fear to see the conclusions which
resulted from my way of acting. The
past is catching up with me. I will
be punished for the mistakes I've
done. Excuse me. Excuse my behavior.
Excuse me!
I hadn't the option to excuse my past.
Sometimes I don't feel as this. But it
comes up again. Catching up with me to
bring me my fear back. That thing that
I fear most is my past. I can't see an
option to hide the victims. I ran
without knowing where I'm running to.
The place where I was. Was as cold as
That one before. Could it be that it's
me who's cold. The place where I was.
Was cold as that one before.
Woke up this night. I was cold. My
sweat smelled like fresh blood. These
demons brought me back my past. I fear
to see the conclusions which resulted
from my way of acting. The past is
catching up with me. I will be punished
for the mistakes I've done. No one gives
me an answer to my questions. Am I lost?
My body overtaken by this fear. I used
all my options there's nothing left. My
jaded passion.
My body overtaken by this fear. I used
all my options there's nothing left. My
jaded passion.