You were wrong to resist nem
I was wrong to forgive.
Now I loathe my own weakness
But you praise me for this.
There's a place in your future
Where the wound will be healed
And the children you injured
Will rise up purified
Then kill your name
You're afraid of the mirror
So you can crawl on the floor
Where you count your perversions
Then you rise up filthy with remorse
