Deep in this blackened void
the space that used to be my soul
no ray of light no hope has shown there in the
darkened cold.
In time memories and pain will fade and disappear
they must, but not until this mortal being
has turned to scattered dust
You cannot judge what you don't understand
take the blade
from the child's hand
all the petty lies
and the jealous whores
matter little
and leave me bored

Repent, Remorse Revenge
Repent, Remorse, Revenge

why don't you just crucify me,
nail me to a cross
and bite and scratch and make me scream
if that will get you off
In time memories and pain will fade and disappear
they must, but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust
You say a fall from grace
would suit me well
well you can crawl straight back to Hell,
fear not to lie,
it will seem a sharper hit
nor to blaspheme
it will pass for wit

You cannot judge what you don't understand
take the blade
from the child's hand
all the petty lies
and the jealous whores
matter little
and leave me bored

Repent, Remorse, Revenge.
Repent, Remorse, Revenge.