Waking, here we go again,
Basting pieces, de-skinning my bones.
Wading through old blood and stains,
Restructuring the crime
To reach the end of the line.
Angelic choirs sing.
Am I forgiven?
Split my flesh to reveal
There's nothing left to curse.
Tearing my wounds in vain,
When seeking for myself in pain.
Fading into a brand new day,
Godless dreams breed a hopeless wake.
Scarring these old wounds again,
Preparing my demise, yet expecting reprise.
Demonic legions shriek.
I am forsaken.
Split my flesh to reveal
There's notthing left to curse,
Tearing my wounds in vain,
When seeking for myself in pain.