Confessor's Blood by Stress Palace

Up on the ridge I see a
Man coming closer, I say
You know that I can see you
What do you want, he says

Listen to my story while
I sit by your fire
I’ve been under attack and
I’ve been through hell and back

Some soldiers came along and
They looked a little different
They gave me food and drink
And they hung me in the caves

And after days and days
My strength was gained

I wandered in the snow
Sleeping as I was walking
I chased the rabbits until
I came to your spot

And now I’m hungry
I’m so damn hungry

His finger bones
Disfigured from phones
His back ensnared
In his office chair

He falls thru
Pit trap doors
With the spikes sticking up
From the floors

I asked him hard
And he told the truth
But in the end
It didn’t matter

Will I see it
Will I get to see it
Will I see
The confessor’s blood

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