I FEEL AS IF THERE'S
A LAYER OF FILTH
WRAPPED AROUND MY SKIN
MUDDY NAILS SCRAPED SKIN
BLOODIED KNUCKLES CHAPPED LIPS
AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY
I CAN'T BE PURE
LIKE THE PARAMOUNT GODS ABOVE
THEY SCALD MY COLD CLAMMY SKIN
I'M A CARDINAL SINNER
CLEANSE ME WITH THE ICHOR
THAT MAKES YOUR FRAGILE HEART
THUMP THUMP BEEP THUMP
YOU BLEED GOLD
I BLEED CRIMSON
AND FATHER WON'T FORGIVE US
FOR HE HAS SINNED TOO
THERE IS NO TIME FOR REDEMPTION
KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL
WE'RE DEAD
THE BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN
