Act Of Contrition Testo

Feel the cold hands upon me
Recollection of my betrayal

My betrayal!

It is not the pain inside yourself
That tears the deepest wounds

I drift along suspended in shadows
Cold memories escape the haze With sobriety comes recollection

It is not the pain inside yourself
That tears the deepest wounds

It is the pain that you create
That shreds your very soul

A specter of despair
Built on good intentions

It is not the pain inside yourself
That tears the deepest wounds

It is the pain that you create
That shreds your very soul