- cifra
This is my last confession
And I urge of you the same
No acts of contrition
Could ever ease a pain
They've been hiding in fear
For most of their lives
And when he tried to speak up
They locked him inside
My last will and testament
But don't nail me to your cross
Hypnotic regression of lives that were lost
I've been reading the books
To learn about a today
I've seen myself in a past life
And it's clearer to me now
I'm going back to a time
Before birth, death, before life
I'm going back to the time
What can you see?
