Hiding in the night, in the shadows of life
The dark doesn't claim reconciliation
It is shapeless but sharp as a knife
We don't need the rehabilitation
Self-righteousness is a sweet seduction
A veil for the mind, a hallucination
But the debt grows to a burden
I am becoming the monster who reigns inside
Crimson as my filthy hands
The sun rises at dawn, unveils the dark
Drawn to my knees, drawn to confession
Through the valley of death, you carried the cross
My guilt is unbearable, choking me with its rotten breath
But the debt has already been paid.
I'll meet my maker, the unconditional love
You have mercy on me, a sinner

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