Confessions

I can't tell you why people die alone And I can't tell you why people chase the sun What lead them to believe that this was the way Sirens screaming on a silent hill The mist sets on the land And nothing new begins Every morning is a victory Tortured by pain Can you see me bleeding Never ending to me Born to live, Father Will you free me when my time is done And will you enlighten me Of what is yet to come The mist sets on the land And nothing new begins Every morning is a victory Tortured by pain Can you see me bleeding Never ending to me