Bless me father, for I have sinned Chills run down your spine and under your skin When I tell the things I had to do Now I need you To tell me words to comfort me Of things that were never meant to be Of violent crimes that I confess Is it too late to bless? Last rites for a life gone wrong I lost the way, I never belonged Last rites for a heart gone cold For this wayward man, for this wretched soul I have tread a trail of treachery Every friend I made I would betray All my loves would end so bitterly Every kindness thrown away So tell me words to comfort me Of things that were never meant to be Of violent crimes that I confess Is it too late to bless? Last rites