PICTURE AN ENDING BEFORE IT'S BEGUN
THE ART OF FORGIVENESS IS NOT WHAT WE'RE TAUGHT
REEK OF THE HAVOC ALREADY MADE
THE CRADLE WAS DAMAGED, DUG BY THE GRAVE
WHERE YOU LIE IN THE SIN, FOR MORTAL'S THE SOUL
FORGIVE ME THIS FATHER BEFORE I GO COLD
FROM BURDEN OF GRIEF AND ALL I REGRET
SPARE ME THE CONSCIENCE BEFORE I FORGET

FOR ONCE IN THIS LIFE
I BETTER DO SOMETHING RIGHT
BUT I'M CAUGHT IN A WORLD THAT WON'T STOP BURNINTHAT WON'T STOP BURNIN
JUMP THROUGH THE ARMS WITH A MINDLESS DESIRE
HAND IN YOUR POCKET, BURNT BY THE FIRE
COLD AS THE STONE YOU THREW AT THE WALL
BLOOD NEVER BOILS TILL THE PRESSURE IS HIGH
WITH DESPISE OF THE FEAR THAT FESTERS THE GROWTH
THE TRUTH ALWAYS BECKONS
DON'T LOSE WHAT YOU STOLE