Pagan Self Portrait - Twelve Tribes

When I’m dead and I’ve served this life sentence I will know true love

A sentiment to medicate the silence and security

The my name will have been forgotten like all the rest

I had to give my heart away to bring the damage back again

Has it come to this end;

redemption for my crimes

I know life only in my dreams

So what’s left of them is what’s left of me

I have become the lie in your arms

The truth hidden behind these scars

We hurt the ones we love

And send them to meet their god

Return to the moment that you lost

In my heart I’ve seen the end that this world has come to

I held you down under the current

And my intentions were obvious

This is my pulse in the shape of a gun

And I know it’s true love

Because it hurts you so much

If I told you how this would end

Would you listen if I said it’s too late

And you can’t stop this from happening

When I’m dead and I’ve served this life sentence

Love will burn in my eyes

Repent, repair, return

When I’ve paid for what I’ve done

The tides will send you up with my love

Repent, repair, return

Return to the moment that you lost

In my heart I’ve seen the end that this world has to come

We hurt the ones we love

And send them to meet their God