Brand Of Cain Testo

We are deflected from our path
A tempting demon
A face unmasked
My brow is marked
With the brand of Cain
A steady downpour
Soaked through with rain
You wait to hear me say forgive
The more I suffer
The more you live
My confidence
Your jealousy
I'm cursed, bound, lost
In slavery
I couldn't go along with that
I feel so cold
If I were dead
Collected moments
May last for years
Our diary brings me to tears
Drifting apart
No renaissance
I bid farewell
To a second chance
I couldn't go
I feel so cold
I couldn't go along with that
I feel so cold
If I were dead
I couldn't go along with that
I curse the day on which we met