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