Gone – with the undertow
My lungs are filled with coals
Lost souls behind my back
Lost souls

No forgiving and no regrets
It took my soul – and I want it back
I’m on the cross – and drive the nails
I’m a hypocrite – my masquerade prevails

No forgiving and no regrets

Go set your traps – go dig your graves
Everybody tries – and is someone's slave
Go with the flock – go lie and steel
What you desire – I make you feel

They would use your skin for paper
They would use your blood for ink
Your blood for ink

Go, take me back – to a darkened place
I've got a secret – that I need to erase
I’m on the cross – and drive the nails
I’m a hypocrite – my masquerade prevails