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 can?t understand
 take the blade from the child?s hand
 all the pretty lies and the jealous whores matter little and leave me bored
 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
 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
 repent, remorse, revenge