In the chapel of condemnation.
On the cold checkerboard tiles I was kneeling.
Forced to repent for innocence, la vida, papi.
I was a diamond in the rough.
And for the sake of acceptance I was bleeding.
But I didn’t need nobody.

It was forever night and I was blue forever.
My halo cracked in half or so I inferred.
I was singing over water running, head below water.
But I was singing to you instead.

I’m the bereaved, la vida, papi.
But you don’t need nobody.

You can’t just please everybody.
I’m my soul, my mind, my body.

The darkness was slain by monstrance.
In the chapel of condemnation I was bound to.
With a chain around the columns, la vida, papi.
It was a complex of gothic towers.
It was a matter of liberation.
And I didn’t need nobody.

For I willingly went into the darkest tunnel there.
Unafraid of the witch at the church front gates.
I just saw the moon and I wanted to come alive again.
Would you have done if you were slowly withering away?

I’m the stained, la vida, papi.
Tainted and ****** bohemian for life, daddy.
They held me down and indebted me.
But I don’t need nobody then.
I don’t need nobody now.
I don’t need no one, amen.