"I lost the last of my hope on that night
When the morning never came
Staring in the eye of all those ghosts of loss
And like the plague it [bad word] me
On the eve of a new moon"

I'm made of filth, of lies
No clean [bad word] in me
I've turned to everything I hate
Black blood and dirt in a human shell

Leaving these trails of betrayal
Cold lifeless flesh, a so called man

Choking on the pain of others
In my own lies I drown
Happiness was all I reached for
But sure, no one deserves it
That dim light I still held, finally faded

There was so much in me that I [bad word] But so little I knew
The weakness I held was stronger than anything
And it turned me into arrows for the ones I [bad word] loved

Forgive me for falling
I know you all [bad word] in me
But I'm made of filth, of lies
No good [bad word] in me

Forgive me all, no more hope