Self-fulfilling prophecies
Left undone in spite of me
How to find the truth in dark
Perfecting a dying art
Pagan child, gifts unseen
Forfeit God in spite of thee

Blood lines across my wrist
Pain in bliss, an unsuspecting twist
Strange from birth, no one really knows
Rejected by all, that's how the story goes

Deny your child just like before
Sold your soul you god-fearing whore
I am one with the gods above
I reject all attempts at love

You always try to do right by me
But you're so wrong and you can't even see
That in this place of suffering
I'm dying!

You always taught me to reject myself
Now I do more without needing your help
In self-mutilation I find my release
Always in hell, I'll never find my peace.