25 Years
This is an early demo version of 25 Years. The full version will appear on The Test Of Time.
I remember in a hotel by the lake
Cocktails of alcohol keeping me awake.
Over the water, shadows of bodies locked through lust.
Bloodies holes of sacred union broke the Faller’s trust.
I won’t break from me.
I will make her see.
I collect her green
For quarter century.
We feed on guilt and tears,
Prey on the guilty’s fears,
And as the answer nears
So do my 25 years.
I know my vengeance lies not in my own hands
I need to find the one who drowns in silver strands.
He alone possesses wrath to punish their doomed sex.
This exploitation is the heart of my complex.
I can’t break from me
Emotion bankruptcy
I haven’t felt guilty
For quarter century
We feed on guilt and fear
To them we adhere
No matter what appears
We’ll wait for 25 years.
I won’t stand to be humiliated
Do anything for them to be negated
This is the hell that they created;
A hell to which their end is fated.
He knows it’s been reported
His world becomes distorted
Their adultery shall be thwarted
How will I live with what I feed upon?
I can’t break from me
Emotion bankruptcy
I haven’t felt guilty
For quarter century
We feed on guilt and fear
To them we adhere
No matter what appears
We’ll wait for 25 years.
How will I live with what I feed upon?
