BRAND of CAIN

We are deflected from our path

A tempting demon, a face unmasked

My brow is marked with the brand of Cain

A steady downpour soaked through with rain

You wait to hear me say forgive

The more I suffer, the more you live

My confidence, your jealousy

I'm cursed - bound - lost in slavery

I couldn't go along with that

I feel so cold, if I were dead

Collected moments may last for years

Our diary brings me to tears

Drifting apart, no renaissance

I bid farewell to a second chance

I couldn't go along with that

I feel so cold, if I were dead

I couldn't go along with that

I curse the day on which we met