I have forsaken you again, my Lord  
All because I was insatiably bored
I took Your precious book
And burned every word
With the blazing fires of my sin
And the ashes of guilt that come after
Lord, how can I win?

Satan loves my state of hopelessness
So he will continue to mess
With every single part of my life
And destroy me until there's nothing left

But you see
The blame must be put on me
To blame Satan for my own choices
Wouldn't be the right thing
So I will take these sins of mine
And atone for them
Until my soul takes up a shine