This is for the pain that's yet to come This is for the war that's never won This is for the scars and heartache that I've gained along the way If it doesn't kill me then it makes you strong
This is for the scratches and the bruises that we share This is for the questions that remain in our despair This is for the sins committed solely to repent This is for the next our bitter tears or sweet lament
I must take this khlyst This dark and sickened heart Shoot it in the back and throw it off a bridge into the icy Neva