folded hands
bended knee
if there's a god
forgive me please
sharpened knife
muscles tense
my own brand
of penitence
blood for blood
sin for sin
let me hurt
once again
may i feel
what i deserve
unbridled pain
without reserve
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hands are bound
i'm on my knees
you know i want
what i need
singing whip
cry my pain
otherwise
it's all in vain
make me shudder
make me scream
it's even better
if i bleed
cause only blood
can make it right
i must atone
for all those nights
for all the hell
and evils done
i'm so sorry
i won't run
i'll face the chains
i'll be your slave
make me happy
be depraved
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folded hands
and body broken
i pray to god
accept this token
i've given pain
for innocence
my special brand
of penitence
my blood for theirs
my sins forgive
let me die
or let me live
folded hands
and bended knee
if there's a god
forgive me please
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