We leave the shores To see the mountains rising A distant impression growing This judgement creates the pain we hold Destructive intentions That serve no purpose But the end of us all
These vultures from the past, coming In all the hells and worlds, the time has come Delivered from their eyes Embrace, suffer, destroy The gift of guilt
The shame and sorrow, self-condemnation Fill all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding Bestowed upon us, devastating power We're building connective tissue To a maze of lies We're left as starving orphans The vital core is gone Our sins are all over And over again we swallow We're sick and tired when this wind blows The reflex is insane We must forgive And stop blaming ourselves for this love
These vultures from the past, coming In all the hells and worlds, the time has come Delivered from their eyes I'm leaving this behind The gift of guilt
