Catharsis Of A Heretic – The Ocean

I refuse to shroud my past
These walls in here allow no rest
Tomorrow morning I’ll be dead
This town will burn before the sun
Will drown in the ocean

Nothing will ever be the same again

Yes, you can put me to the test
Or, you can cut my tongue at last
Ideas are wandering through my head
What if all that I never said
Were true?
(And, if everything that was happening were due?)
Were true
(And, if all these things that were happening were really due?)
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