All my senses rebel

Under the [bad word] of their persistent gaze

Until you left her to the...? ? ? 

journey Ill never make again

For those who have accepted the burden of shame

For the innocent only words will remain

And our lives will be forced to ? ? ? days

The perpetrators of our own [bad word] ways

All my senses rebel

Under the [bad word] of their persistent gaze

Until you left her to the...? ? ? 

journey Ill never make again

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes

witness to events that went to this point in time

With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied

Well never survive the great test of time

Deliver me from these feverish eyes

They threaten to advance our state of mind

Im just an imposter, is that a small surprise? 

sense of guilt

sense of guilt

sense of guilt

sense of guilt