I am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you, I feel your lips
And seize your flesh
To penetrate the woundAnd your screams shall be dreams
Of the graceless one's rebirth
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine todayI left my trace, I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
And the pain we are cursed with childTo be with me, is to be left
I step away now, I'll leave your lips
And withered flesh
No more inside the woundA badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
A false idol to praise and worship
And coax these hellish timesTo cut and paint my sins
A shade of purest white
To play the role of God
And recreate a lifeI am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you, I fell your lips
And seize your flesh tonightA false idol to worship
And coax these hellish times
To play the role of God
And recreate a lifeA 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 whiteForever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine todayI 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