Guilt from August by August

Now I am just your servant,
I'm covered in your lust
and longing is a prison
for the ones who live like us.
Your love is like a cancer,
you wear it perfect too.
Your beauty's like a river
to drown out all the wounds
and I am what you make me,
and I think just like you do,
and I have no redemption-
you call it servitude.

And I am just your servant,
and guilt is what I bleed.
No, G-d will not forgive us
and love is sympathy

and soon, we will see...

I once walked through abandon.
I wandered through despair.
Where G-d had watched us suffer there,
he told us not to care;
and I was always certain,
and time is passing through,
you worship what you offer,
you give out what is you.
This guilt is my oppression,
it is my only tool.
It deepens my condition,
it carries us as fools.

But I am what you make me
and guilt betrays my need.
No, God will not forgive us
as love is sympathy

and soon, we will see...

The simple life of heroes,
the twisted life of saints:
they confuse us with their memories
and their red and golden paints;
and who will write songs of you,
and who will love you through,
when I am just a memory
and love has conquered you?

And I am not forgiven
I'm punished for love like you
No G-d will not forgive us
as love is sympathy

and soon, we will see...

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