Written in vulgar disgust of ignorance, prejudice and jealousy:
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
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