The Burden

The tug of war, between jesus and the whore.
Come the night, my fears disappear with daylight.
Im above, your coffeebreak philosophy.
Cos im on the outside, turning inwards into anarchy.

To this day, i contemplate what it was.
Endless river of my mistakes.
To this day, i contemplate what it was.
N that made me this way.

Is this for it all, loss of love n loss of human touch.
Hellhound on my trail, i keep on riding, riding nowhere.
Lost my footing, lost my nerves, gonna get what i deserve.
Its nice n warm, eternity on this hellbound rollcall.