I consider that you could act like me
look like me, talk and walk like me.
But you are [bad word] to me.
In the deep of your disheartened soul
I am the dream when you sleep.
I am the tears when you weep.
I'm the blood in your veins.
The one who controls
the thoughts deep down in your mind.

I beg you, forgive me,
as I can't seem to let go of my sin.

Now in this particular case
I have to admit there is no forgiveness.
I will charge you, and judge you.
I will execute and bury you.

I beg you, forgive me,
as I can't seem to let go.
Marks of infamy brands
my coward hands.

Show me your sheltered room.
Grant me peace.
Give me a heart so I
can feel your tears.

Give me time
to let you go.

I beg you, forgive me,
as I can't seem to let go.
Marks of infamy brands
my coward hands.

Carved into my flesh is
the stair of envious eyes. [bad word] with me to my island
where rest is to be found.