You were wrong to resist me
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 k** your name
You're afraid of the mirror
So you crawl on the floor
Where you count your perversions
And you rise up
Filthy
With remorse