It's so quiet here.
It can't be too long now, the prayer candles dwindle.
And even with the small flicker of life I have left,
Oh how she suffers.

Swallowed by the terrible secrets I keep,
I hate how the blood still runs beneath my feet.
I killed them all so long ago.
Am I still that same person inside?

Every breath is hatred, am I killing time?

So many tears wasted on this cross.
How I loathe my tainted flesh.
If only these flames could burn,
Maybe I could feel one last time.

Every breath is wasted, am I not as right?

Many years I've spent now on holy ground,
This temple has become my home.
I try so hard, so why do I know,
That if given a chance, I'd do it again?

Every breath infested, am I still alive?

It can't be too long now.
Prayer candles dwindle with what's left of my life.
And with a glimpse of desperation,
I watch the snakes uncoil.

I made friends with demons,
And now they want me back