Repentance

To prove my own existence
Not just breathing but alive
Repentance taking place inside my head
Price of my remission
Shed blood and retaliate
Repression of my rage I have denied

Devoid of emotions
Senseless and dead inside
Final retribution on it's way
No hope of revival
Salvation of a kind
No irresolution
It's my will, it's my way

My word
Mark my words
Every accepted failure

And fault
Will turn
Will turn you weak and hollow

Mark my words
Every accepted failure

And fault
Will turn
Will turn you weak and hollow