The Reprisal Within - The Modern Age Slavery

Cold remorse is for free men, unlucky son of one night\nWith the guilt between our legs, the lust, touching your life\nWe crawl in the dark, we run within the dream\nI do ask her not to scream until that moment\nHer breath sharp and shallow\nShe will find nothing under my skin\nWe move like one but her back is a just bending a straight line\nFather, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny\nFather, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly\nThe morning glows anew, we hold on to our own misery\nMemories of night turn to dust\nShe cries softly\nAs always nothing to fight for\nAs we hold still, a warm breath, humid, sticks to me\nOne more time we are nothing\nNothing but a bunch of dead leaves left to the graceless wind\nFather, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny\nFather, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly\nUntil tonight she goes unseen\nStrip to the bone, her wounds unclean\nAnd once again, we are walking\nWalking through a broken glass with broken knees\nDown that road our guilt between the legs\nThis red desire was resuming its place\nOf your heartbeat, on the hills of no lights\nDon’t forgive us unlucky son of one nigh