The Gift Of Guilt

We leave the shores to see the mountains rising
A distant impression growing
This judgment creates the pain we hold
Destructive intentions that serve no purpose but the end of us all

These vultures from the past
Coming in all the hells and worlds, the time has come
Delivered from their eyes
Embrace, suffer, destroy - the gift of guilt

The shame and sorrow, self-condemnation
Fill all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding
Bestowed upon us, devastating power
We're building connective tissue to a maze of lies

We're left as starving orphans, the vital core is gone
Our sins are all over and over again we swallow
We're sick and tired when this wind blows, the reflex is insane
We must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this love

In all the hells and worlds, the time has come
In all the hells and worlds, the time has come