MOTHER - A. Zaccarella 1997 from Holy Altars -

You gave me birth
To watch me die
In chains you cannot see.

With blinded eyes
I touch the flame
You'd hoped I'd never see.

You raised my hopes
To watch them die
Afraid I might get hurt.

This world is hard
But you were worse...

CHORUS These rituals all pale to gray
There's nothing more I need to say
Slowly you will fade
As I walk away...

This heart is whole
Through all the pain
Of always seeking more.
And still I search
Though not in vain
For reasons you abhor.

You can't kill what
You can't control
So secretly you curse.

But ask yourself
What is it worth?...

CHORUS
These rituals all pale to gray
There's nothing more I need to say
Slowly you will fade
As I walk away...

As the sun rises in the east
I listen for my soul
Hidden deep where freedom sleeps
And I have yet to wake this beast
But once I do, It will come for you.

CHORUS
These rituals all pale to gray
There's nothing more I need to say
Slowly you will fade
As I walk away...

Copyright A. Zaccarella 1997 from Holy Altars