I know the prayer that the monsters would pray
“May justice never find me, may the truth keep away.”
If I can’t be forgiven, then may I be ignored
May the beast that sleeps inside me never wake again to roar.

Bad drugs and bad ideas, some that found fruition
found their way to my embrace by way of bad decision.
Yeah I was abused, and yeah I wanted blood
to fall upon my fathers house- cause one unholy flood.

Yeah, I wanted war, so I could taste the spoils:
rape and kill all innocence, strike all the Jobs with boils,
robbing from the Rich, and pissing on the poor
and bring the fires of hell to the Church’s own front door,

to set off all destruction, blacken all in flame
to make bloody all the rivers with the saints that praised god’s name
to dine on flesh of babies, and drink of virgin’s blood
in the spirit of the giants that reigned before The Flood.

See, madness knows no reason, and Reason isn't all
that its cracked up to be when those devils call.
I think I found a conscience, but it’s fifty years too late
to undo all the damage I have caused because of hate.

That’s the reason for this mill stone tied around my neck
as I kneel here by the river, face to face with a wreck
that stares out of the water with a feral smile.
Yeah, what good is the gospel if spoke by the devil’s child?

That’s why I say the prayer that the monsters would pray:
“May Justice never find me, may the Truth keep away.”