if i should slip through the back streets
of your sickest dreams
well that's just your own deeds
still screaming in some other land
for the sake of this god forsaken world
i pray, i pray, your womb is barren
for the sake of the men before you
i hope, i hope, their chests are empty
i think that you have forgotten
that i don't forget to never forgive
and even if you haven't learned
your words are silent
now and forever
for the sake of this god forsaken world
i pray, i pray, your womb is barren
for the sake of the men before you
i hope, i hope, their chests are empty
i'm not there anymore
nostalgia washed away
for the sake of this god forsaken world
i hope, i hope, their chests are empty.