My body is a temple Destroyed Crumbling Broken Worshiping inner demons and external pleasures The pursuit of glory through the forbidden fruit A blood sacrifice is demanded By a god at the altar But there is nothing holy about this The only heaven I will ever find Is in beaded red lines I confess my sins to thee But there are no answers to my prayers There is no one to answer to Higher powers have forgotten me I have forsaken me And there is no grace in pain No forgiveness in punishment And no God to blame for my sins As I kneel adorned with my own crown of thorns Constructed from my own deceptions and faults I wonder why the only person willing to die for my sins Is me