Act Of Contrition

I feel the cold hands upon me Recollection of my betrayal My betrayal My betrayal It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds I drift along suspended in shadows Memories right from the haze With sobriety comes recollection My betrayal My betrayal It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds It is the pain you create That consumes your very soul I drift along suspended in shadows I drift along suspended in shadows I drift along suspended in shadows A specter of despair Built on good intentions My betrayal My betrayal It is not the pain inside yourself That tears the deepest wounds It is the pain you create That consumes your very soul