Forgiving and forgetting
Is a crucial part of life
The poor man learns
How to kiss your feet
And hate you in disguise
It's a moral masquerade
Sinners dressed up as saints
In the pigsty built on broken dreams
And the liars you used to hate
No faith in retribution
No prophet
No believer
What used to be a warcry
Is now barely a whisper
My black heart
Is torn apart
By the splinter of the
Man I used to be
Paralyzed
Baptized
As my black dog
Is baptized
The Lutheran damnation
Starts when Catholics deplore
A Madonna ain't always holy
But a who*e is still a who*e
And you stand before a God
Without a son to die for your sins
With imaginary guilt and shame
Itching beneath crystal meth skin
No faith in retribution
No prophet
No believer
What used to be a warcry
Is now barely a whisper
My black heart
Is torn apart
By the splinter of the
Man I used to be
Paralyzed
Baptized
As my black dog
Is baptized
No faith in retribution
No prophet
No believer
What used to be a warcry
Is now barely a whisper
My black heart
Is torn apart
By the splinter of the
Man I used to be
Paralyzed
Baptized
As my black dog
Is baptized