Texty písní Cry Of The Afflicted

Cry Of The Afflicted

Self Defiance

Take my fingers and take my hands

Save me from myself, selfish distractions

Board the windows and lock all doors

Save me from my flaws, misguided solutions

I'm always walking on the easiest path

And I know that road, it leads to nothing

Aligned my footsteps and led me to the route

That you've laid for me, ready and waiting

Why have I turned my back so many times

On a clear direction?

Why have I listened to the whispers

That are from the dark

Take my fingers and take my hands

And save me from myself, selfish distractions

Board the windows and lock all doors

Save me from my flaws, misguided solutions

It never seems to matter how many times

That I fail on my own convinced that I'm stronger

Your gentle hand is reaching leading me safely away

From the dark, the fiction in my mind

Why have I turned my back so many times

On a clear direction?

And once again, I realize that I'm short of the goal

I've wandered so far from where I should be

I've led myself astray for what?

For comfort? There is no comfort here

Carry me home, carry me home

There is no [Incomprehensible] comfort here

Take my fingers and take my hands

And save me from myself, selfish distractions

Board the windows and lock all doors

And save me from my flaws, misguided solutions