if i should slip through the back streets of your sickest dreams well that's just your own deeds still screaming in some other land for the sake of this god forsaken world i pray, i pray, your womb is barren for the sake of the men before you i hope, i hope, their chests are empty i think that you have forgotten that i don't forget to never forgive and even if you haven't learned your words are silent now and forever for the sake of this god forsaken world i pray, i pray, your womb is barren for the sake of the men before you i hope, i hope, their chests are empty i'm not there anymore nostalgia washed away for the sake of this god forsaken world i hope, i hope, their chests are empty.