Oh, how I love to feel the blade Of self-inflicted pain Yet I long to dwell in purity My desire is for light to overcome my hate Yet I play a whore to darkness and remain unclean Let the hills hear my voice As I shout out my plea Let your perfect love pour over me And I cry for the rain to fall And I pray that it drowns my soul Take my pain, I give it all I cry All my sins have found me out And you will know me by the mark upon my brow I am the killer free to roam Adulterer that casts the stone I am desolate due to the life I chose I am a servant of love And yet a lover to sin I'll do it over again and over again I've done it again