The Gift of Guilt

We leave the shores to see the mountains rising

A distant impression growing

This judgment creates the pain we hold

Destructive intentions that serves 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 through 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

In all the hells and worlds, the time has come

In all the hells and worlds, the time has come

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

The gift of guilt

The gift of guilt