Nothnegal - Sins Of Our Creations lyrics

Observe the twisted tendrils of fate Distorted, demeaning to what I believe Like quicksand, it drags you in the more you struggle Too tired to try, I resign to destiny Hopeless and defeated I am left Hungry for vengeance I am compelled To grieve for the life misspent To moan my loss in silence The drive to excel has left me I am but a shell of my former self Too late for looking back But not too late for regret Wake me from this nightmare Save me from the ghosts of past Help me escape my inner demons Spare me the sins of our creations Wake me from this nightmare Save me from the ghosts of past Help me escape my inner demons Spare me the sins of our creations Open the doorway to the new age Clash of titanic wills dacay the world Right before my eyes all I hoped for fails Chaotic turn of events. decease with no cure