Dark Sermon Imperfect Contrition
The eyes of the heavenly father
Rest heavily upon my chest
I can feel their judging gaze
Piercing through my flesh
I stab at my reflection
Hoping to end it all
I don't recognize the man I see
But from what I can recall
I have lived a life of shame
And self-disgust
The eyes of the heavenly father
Rest heavily upon my soul
I hate myself
And the things that I've done
And the life I've been forced to endure
I abhor the man I've become
These hands have carried out
The evilest of deeds
This mind has been occupied and
Demonized by an entity
That this earth has never seen,
On my innocence it feeds
Through the fire and the brimstone it leads
I reflect on the years of my life
With great disdain
I can't claim a life of virtue
Myself, I'd sooner maim
I refuse to walk on
Continue broken and bent
I feel remorse for the life that I've lived
All I can do is repent
For He carries with Him
Pestilence and famine
For restitution, I plead (Repent)
For restitution, I plead
Repent
