swallowing my sins, I'm burning on the altar
in the middle, from where the river bleeds
only smoke to take in from the ashes of a lost winter
'tis the riddle, and only more dark hours it breeds
they've sent me to the silvery morgue beneath dancing stars
lending me upon a sheet of darkness all across the sky
and another throat slit to bleed tears from the eyes
in that morbid scar,keeping the grave barren and dry
barely living, my soul has been lost since birth
i make bad things happen sometimes, sometimes someone gets hurt
i don't see them dead people but I do understand their world
and when I see dead people, walking in the dusk
from ash to dust, in pieces, I watch them being carved on the stone
even though I don't feel a thing, I know I'm not alone
as they chain me in my own design, i feel the cold metal sound
I think i am finally home,there is paradise all around
i can see them watching me, tearing me open after every breath
and all I can dream about is falling asleep,howling at death
in the skeletons strong and weak, a red heart falling apart
in an army of monsters that this evil has bred
kept me inside of me, in all those scars I have kept
in more nights than years I have slept, dreams i have forgotten
every lie must meet its truth and pay its debt
i think they were right, I am indeed rotten