Sitting alone at this place in my head
Waiting for a response, and then the moment I dread
The moment I tell myself forget it
Those are things I'll never admit

Not to myself
Hide away, put them on the shelf
Retreat to the dark, the safe hidden in the fog
Shackling myself to one eternal monologue

I remain unchanging
Locked away in this darkness unending...

Stuck in my mouth the words I've left unsaid
And the words so reluctant must, too, go unread.

I bring upon myself flagellation,
Trying to escape His eternal conflagration
The most exquisite torture of His servants
Little could we all know that he's naught but a serpent

I beg, your mercy
Or am I not worthy?
Whips, chains, and blades
May my blood downward ever-cascade

Brought upon me weapons of torture laden with rust
But who am I to label His methods unjust?
I relish being part of His purge
Burn me with fire, burn the scourge!

Make my evil the victim of his loving scorch
Yes, to the monster bring the torch
I long to be of His Crusade
So every night I sing His serenade

I bring upon myself flagellation
Do not mind my lamentations
For one day and one day soon
It is by him that my corpse will be hewn

He is right and true
And so I cherish the thought of the instruments flowing a newly crimson hue
Burn me in His Eternal Flame
My life before His is truly a shame

Chains, whips and knives, all instruments of taking lives
No part of my body its ravages shall survive
I hope for the touch of His loving conflagration
The thought of His damnation now brings me elation

Bring out the heretic's fork, I beg you please
Envelop my body with His fire, **** my disease
Make my evil the victim of his loving scorch
Yes, to the monster bring the torch

Brought upon me weapons of torture laden with rust
But who am I to label His methods unjust?
I relish being part of His purge,
Burn me with fire, burn the scourge!

Reddened thorns and a dark room
Nothing wrong there, it’s safe to assume
The curtain draws closed again, I'm already hopeless
Don't worry, no one will notice

There’s blood pooled on the basement floor
And an ominous stain on that distant door
Over the window closes that black drape
For me there will be no escape

Reddened thorns and a black rose
Where I lie no one can know
What will happen to me, what will remain?
A  pool of blood or unidentifiable stain

Reddened thorns and rusted chains
There's a sickness deep inside my veins
I hear thundering footsteps approaching that distant door
Must I really scream anymore?

The noose tightens around a neck,
When life is the only fate worse than death.
You can finally stop fighting,
Pretending to get past all the lying.

Darkness closes in leaving peace well deserved,
And a happiness kept so reserved.
Sadness is the only thing to be known,
And finally with control over something of your own.

Glad that you'll finally be done,
Living a life you've always known was wrong.
But something goes awry,
And out comes a fearful cry.

The rope snaps and all plans are thwarted,
Left with a second chance that was never wanted.
Try and try again but never will it work,
Forever stuck in this world full of hurt.