Tort (Empyrios)

Crawling on, disease prays for An ordinary unmindful, to the next sleep Sliding down the brightness of the pretense world My cleverness never been so I'll Now counting the seconds to the next sleep And crawling on, disease prays for I won't deny all my faults Can feel all my tort Everything bright, confused and Spread the falling rain Searching for, lucidity calls Moments of light I need, until the next sleep Striking down the crawling of the people's sins My emptiness never been so full Now counting the seconds to the next sleep And falling on my deepest fear I won't be ready, for this claim Can feel all my tort Everything bright, confused and Spread the falling rain Striking down the crawling of the people's sins My cleverness never been so I'll Striking down the crawling of the people's sins I won't deny all of my faults Can feel all my tort Everything bright, confused and Spread the falling rain Can feel all my tort Everything bright, confused and Spread the falling rain