A Virgin Burial - Prayers

Prayers


(he said he wanted to help me...where are you?!)
Once upon a time, there was a child,
that had a young and pure soul,
he just wanted to understand...

their hearts were living,
he trust'd that will,
and he believed in your words,
he was in your hands,
his heart was supposed to be free.
He was waiting for a quick and decise pen,
like a book full of blank pages,
but you betrayed him with mind tricks.

You wounded him only to capture "wanted"...

that day, that morning,
you stabbed him and, like a devil who enlists
his platoon, you took his hand moved by lust,
moved by lust, and lied...

with an hand on his head and the other
on his lips you never stop'd, you've never did!

How could you do that?!
His heart was crying, [his heart was dying],
did you have enough fun?
Now he grown up, and now he's in front of you,
in front of you,
IN FRONT OF YOU,
in front of you...

he has a knife...

you can only pray what you prayed,
you, you can only hope that it'll be fast,
you can only close your eyes!