- cifra
The culprit, you act before thinking
Caught in your ignorant sin
And lying to your own reflection
You thought you could hide.
Deprived of my own innocence denied...
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance!
See, hear the torture inside
Devouring what was left of my pride
You thought it's not going to happen to you
Thought you could hide.
Deprived of my own innocence denied...
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance!
Dwelling in a mind
Mixed up and your regret
Has spread over the sea.
Deprived of my own innocence denied...
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance!
Dwelling in a mind
Mixed up and your regret
Has spread over the sea.
