Revenge

Written in vulgar disgust of ignorance, prejudice and jealousy: Deep in this blackened void, the space that used to be my soul No ray of light, no hope has shown there in the darkened cold In time memories and pain will fade and disappear they must But not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust You cannot judge what you don't understand Take the blade from the child's hand All the petty lies and the jealous whores Matter little and leave me bored Repent, Remorse, Revenge Repent, Remorse, Revenge Why don't you just crucify me, nail me to a cross And bite and scratch and make me scream if that will get you off? In time memories and pain will fade and disappear they must But not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust You say a fall from grace would suit me well Well you can crawl straight back to Hell Fear not to lie, it will seem a sharper hit Nor to blaspheme, it will pass for wit You cannot judge what you don't understand Take the blade from the child's hand All the petty lies and the jealous whores Matter little and leave me bored Repent, Remorse, Revenge Repent, Remorse, Revenge