Text: Twelve Tribes. Pagan Self Portrait.

When I?m dead and I?ve served this life sentence I will know true love
A sentiment to medicate the silence and security
The my name will have been forgotten like all the rest
I had to give my heart away to bring the damage back again

Has it come to this end; redemption for my crimes
I know life only in my dreams
So what?s left of them is what?s left of me
I have become the lie in your arms
The truth hidden behind these scars
We hurt the ones we love
And send them to meet their god

Return to the moment that you lost
In my heart I?ve seen the end that this world has come to

I held you down under the current
And my intentions were obvious
This is my pulse in the shape of a gun
And I know it?s true love
Because it hurts you so much
If I told you how this would end
Would you listen if I said it?s too late
And you can?t stop this from happening

When I?m dead and I?ve served this life sentence
Love will burn in my eyes
Repent, repair, return
When I?ve paid for what I?ve done
The tides will send you up with my love
Repent, repair, return

Return to the moment that you lost
In my heart I?ve seen the end that this world has to come
We hurt the ones we love
And send them to meet their God