• You walk along the road of corpses, smiling, laying at yor feet.
    You close your eyes, scarred, wishing they would only sleep.

    You're not sure what this means, have you died and gone to Hell?
    You've committed so much sin, surely now Satan has your soul to sell.

    You've criend, and begged, with forgiveness asking tears.
    You tears were fake, you didn't mean it, so now you have God to fear.