Weak shallow opportunist Your apostasy will never be excused You think I care about your happiness? I hope you choke on the life you consume
No absolution Fuck your Plea for excuses
You surrender to the basest passions You fucking overrule reasons’ commands You know full well the cost of your actions Innocents’ blood stains your fucking hands
No absolution Fuck your Plea for excuses
I hope you die cold and alone Like the creatures whose lives you’ve stolen