Burn my bones and burn my skin,
Burn the holy cross at my feet,
Gather all the roses and purge me of my sin,
With thorns upon my ankles won't you save me now?
With every moment ticking,
I remember that I want to die and sing.
Burn my voice and burn my lungs,
Burn the holy dirt at my feet,
Gather all the thorns and place them on the throne,
With knives inside my head, I plead for mercy.
I don't believe.
Im sorry.
I just don't believe.
No matter how much I want to.