Letra:
You were wrong to resist nem
I was wrong to forgive
Now I loathe my own weakness,
But you praise me for this
There's a place in your future,
Where the wound will be healed,
And the children you injured,
Will rise up, purified,
Then kill your name
You're afraid of the mirror,
So you can crawl on the floor,
Where you count your perversions,
Then you rise up, filthy, with remorse
I was wrong to forgive
Now I loathe my own weakness,
But you praise me for this
There's a place in your future,
Where the wound will be healed,
And the children you injured,
Will rise up, purified,
Then kill your name
You're afraid of the mirror,
So you can crawl on the floor,
Where you count your perversions,
Then you rise up, filthy, with remorse
