To prove my own existence
Not just breathing but alive
Repentance taking place inside my head
Price of my remission
Shed blood and retaliate
Repression of my rage I have denied
Devoid of emotions
Senseless and dead inside
Final retribution on its way
No hope of revival
Salvation of a kind
No irresolution
It's my will, it's my way
Mark my words
Every accepted failure and fault
Will turn you weak and hollow