I Cry

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