Soulbroken - Embassy of Silence

I feel your pain my dear

So once more I’ll shoulder it for you

A surrogate to make it disappear

I’m doomed to be the stronger of us two

Your masochistic saviour is here

To purge and take away your every sin

The oracle, the sympathetic ear

To take your disease upon me

To brand your hurt upon my skin

I can’t seem to help you, Judas

I can’t seem to touch you deep enough

I can’t seem to cure you

You’re sewn shut and torn open

I scour off the worry on your brow

So you may lay your cross upon my spine

Quite beyond my words you are right now

As you monopolize my mercy to feel fine

I can’t seem to help you, Judas

I can’t seem to touch you deep enough

I can’t seem to cure you

You’re sewn shut and torn open

I can’t seem to help you, Judas

I can’t seem to touch you deep enough

How do I get through to you?

You’re full of doubt and soul-broken

If I die it will not save you

If I drink it will not sate you

Yet I swallow every droplet… so you won’t have to

I can’t seem to help you, Judas

I can’t seem to touch you deep enough

I can’t seem to cure you

You’re sewn shut and torn open

I can’t seem to help you, Judas

I can’t seem to touch you deep enough

How do I get through to you?

You’re full of doubt and soul-broken