A deleterious devil rose up out of Hell
Reached and seized my soul
And now my bleeding heart barely beats at all

The colors of the morning are all washed out
And faded
The majesty of the sunrise is wasted
On my eyes
Hope is a distant and beautiful notion
I can't grasp--
And beyond that lies darkness and fear and shame
I remain as broken as the promises I made
I can't recall where I've been, it's probably best
I yearn for redemption, but I refuse to confess
Maybe I prefer the guilt and the sin
To the exhausting prospect of making...