The sky is gray. The leaves are falling on the ground and old man [bad word] #39; round. One festive night and then it's gone without a sound, but death follows me around. 
I don't know if I can take another year. It's so cold and I know my faith is dying here. You tease me with what I know I'll never reach. I pray thee, but I won't cry I won't beseech. 
I'm rolling up in my cocoon. I'm changing with the fullness of the moon. Don't take away the only love I know. My sacrifice if I ever want to glow. So I can't win you're making me choose between my love and my sin. 
And I thought I was an angel, but I was wrong. I'm with the others and I've been here all along. Will you punish me because I'm made in your blood? Do I fly in the storm, or do I wallow in the mud? 
'Cause I've been lost for years, but I'm [bad word] back. The guilt suffocates me and turns my soul black. So don't blame the Devil for the [bad word] that you've done. You've made this mess and you're just having fun with those who are able to see.