Oh my creeping melancholia
It was seven o'clock
The night is getting deadly
With regrets, fears and sins so eerie

Sloth! Lust! Gluttony!
Wrath! Pride! Envy! and Greed!
I stared at the river that reflects
My beautiful face

If being a hypocrite will clean me
I'd rather be *****
I have to be free
From the judgments your eyes see

If I have to hate myself to deserve your love
No thanks, I pass
Because I love myself more than anyone now
And that's the sin I'm willing to carry 'til I'm gone