Oceans Of Sickness - Pain Confessor

As the colors turn to grey

Savor the sigh of relief

There were woes aplenty

Yet I asked for none of them

Hindered by this poisoned shell

That goes against itself

I ponder my ways, the wrongs I did

With karma to burn I cannot yield

Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me

Now speak, pain, my ever present friend

Speak the words that let me rest assured

My choice is the right one and not one of haste

I have contemplated this for unbearable years

My body is my temple

My temple has been ransacked

First it chokes me, then it burns my heart

All the bitterness in there, for all to see

Hail pain, the ever present friend

That lets me know there is still one day more

Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me

Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free

A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me