I felt you coming in my chest
It wasn't me who needed to confess
I never cursed before
Your hypocrisy spilled on my floor

You forced your steaming words in my mouth
You filled me so I couldn't cry out
I never cursed before
All the faults you've blamed me for

You can take this body
You can take this world
You can keep your god
I would rather burn

My Satan's mark is my beauty mark

My ashes will be in every ounce of soil
Every last grain of wheat you harvest will be spoiled
No well spring will ever be free of my ashes
Your memories will be filled by your fears and these lashes
And every time you come, yes every time you come
You'll feel the weight and the guilt of everything you've done
Yes every time you come, yes every time you come
You'll feel the guilt of what you've done