Last Exit - Carrion Prince lyrics

The afternoon has gently pa**ed me by The evening spreads its sail against the sky Oh ye of little faith You follow in my step We crumble on the ground before you dry The universe is but a question mark Hangs above my head there in the dark Oh ye of little hope I thought that I could croak The truth has stretched you far from me, too far Oh Pilate, you speak to me so clear Your voice of hell has filled my soul with fear Oh ye of little blood You call lies in the mud Your hands are always washing them The afternoon has gently pa**ed me by The evening spreads its sail against the sky Oh ye of little faith You follow in my step We crumble on the ground before you dry Oh Pilate, you speak to me so clear Your voice of hell has filled my soul with fear Oh ye of little blood You call lies in the mud You hands are always washing them