Catharsis Of A Heretic - The Ocean

I refuse to shroud my past

These walls in here allows no rest

Tomorrow morning I’ll be dead

But this place will burn before the sun will drown in the ocean

And 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 is happening were due?

If all these things that are happening were really due?