Wound

When everything has lost its meaning and life
I will remain and find a definition
For every misfortune and tragedy
That has happened and weakened us all

I won’t surrender to the verbal lashing
From others who never tried
I won’t worship the living corpses
That endlessly decay inside

They don’t know how- How is it to have conviction
To fight till the death, with everybreath
no matter what it takes

The wound is deep and there’s no cure

Been labelled a victim they dragged naked bleeding
With eyes shut trying to ignore the pain
Mourn for the heavens to send me the end
All dirt and my blood is to be washed by rain
The coldness of asphalt reminds me ofy our heart
That has put me in a state of despair
But I’ve found the way to confront my fear
It served as clothing for my skin so bare

You’ll never know how it is
To be left alone
To love and to worship
To die and be thrown

I feel – life slip away
Faceless masks and candles lit
To celebrate, the wrists are slit
The radio’s on, it plays my song
Oh my God what have I done – wrong?

[1 Corinthians 13:]
“I may have all the knowledge and understand the secrets
I may have all the faith needed to move mountains
But if I have no love I am nothing.”

Now I have realized I was playing Christ
I can never save you
Lies read through blinded eyes through the heart disguised
It was meant to break you

The world will watch our rise and fall
Yet through it all, it won’t be forever
This is my eulogy, written endlessly
Final kiss now or never…

There never was a sign
That I’d be left behind
Forgotten and thrown away
Scars on my hands and knees
There is no remedy
Slept with my enemy
The wounded one is me… (2x)

The wounded one is me…

Music: J. Constantino
Lyrics: R. Africa
Arrangement: T. Marcelino, J. Constantino, K. Baraoidan