Rain falls on sunny memories In this trampled heart of mine I feel sick and my knuckles bleed I was sold by the goddess Whom i'd worship and adore But the price was mine to pay Left burning at the stake With hands tied And the battle raging within Whorse I worshipped you for long and prayed For a quick d**h of my heart Before the fire would unite my hands Yet at the same time For long, I would dream of blood And that the blood on my knuckles Next time, will not be my own