Feel the pain and we know
And the pain we are cursed with child

To be with me, is to be left
I step away now, I'll leave your lips
And withered flesh, no more inside the wound

A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
A false idol to praise and worship
And coax these hellish times
To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white
To play the role of god, and recreate a life

I am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you, I fell your lips
And seize your flesh tonight

A false idol to worship
And coax these hellish times
To play the role of god, and recreate a life
A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
To cut and paint my sins
A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white!

Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
I left my trace I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
And with the pain we are cursed with child