Constant Suffering - Corpus Christii

Compassion, a possession I do not obtain

I belong to no one, just a lost soul with nothing to live for

I once had a friend, but now she lies in pain

She belongs to only me, I have nothing to live for anymore

Sympathy, I have never known

I belong to my own sorrow

I once had a lover, but she lies alone

She belongs to only me, and I shall not see tomorrow

I guess it was I who murdered her

But she was most deserving

My suffering shall show me the way of murder

I shall lick my wounds and clean the dirt out of me With my knife in my hand, and blood from my eyes

I walk along this lonely valley

With my heart split open and empty inside

I wander through this emptiness that has taken so much out of me