Twelve Tribes - Verona | Текст песни

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This is not an admission of guilt: love is a crime in itself, left with no evidence. But god as my witness, I confess, I confess. I siphoned the ventricle to your heart, put the blood of a saint in the cup of a liar. There's nothing to regret, and I don't intend to be forgiven for the things that I have done. I've become apathetic to no end - is that how we've come this far?

And I've been running ever since took the pictures from the wall, we can't go back this time, this time we can't... And I've been gone I know and I'm coming this time to your ghost.

In spite of our fate there's still a chance. I'm coming home at your expense, I'm coming home to the wreck, I'm coming home to your ghost, and we can't go back. And I've been running ever since, took the pictures from the wall, we can't go back this time, this time we can't... And I've been gone I know and I'm coming this time to your ghost.

I spared my life, I spared my love, and it's buried in your flesh from all that I've escaped,
a heart that I've betrayed, and it's still a part of you. From all that I've escaped, a heart that I've replaced, and you're still a part of me.