Sing hymns of forgiveness

Turn up your psalms,

They caught you red handed.

They see what you are,

Your face has been branded.

The mark of sacrifice

Slapped across your face,

Screams how your saviour

Is left a discrace.

Your shadows grow claws

And imaginary fangs,

Lips ooze with the blood;

You're going insane.

No one to save you,

Except your own faith.

I'll uselessly pray

That you will be safe.

Sing hymns of forgivness

I doubt they'll hear.

They don't care who you are,

Only what you fear.