The
Lamb
I
see your face every night
so
beautiful and so bright
yet your face grieves me to no end
yet your face grieves me to no end
it brings back memories that won't relent.
Why
can't you leave me to myself?
Why
do you put me through this hell?
With your beauty and brightness, you blind me.
With your beauty and brightness, you blind me.
With
your beauty and brightness, you remind me
of
who I really am.
You were the lamb.
You were the lamb.
I
was the butcher.
I
sacrificed you
-the blood I drew!
In this world, is nothing true?
