It seems I've killed my God by now
Though realize it... still.. but How
That friendly kind and open boy
Could lie down dead as broken toy.
My pure virgin past instead
Would raise it's arms when he is dead
So I can taste the bitter Sin
And let it ever live within
My poisoned soul, My rotten brain
I chew it over and again...
My dark disguise... My perfect Lies...
I feel so dirty when He dies.
I feel So proud and so strong,
My power says, there's nothing wrong,
I'll drink like pig and kiss the whores
And never dream of something more
But still. I'll be extremely brave
To come to His abandoned grave
And moan over what I was
And hate my act and curse the cause...