Here comes the rope right around my neck,
as I shamefully take part
of this perverted crime.
I come to You just like I've done before,
what's to make You believe,
believe in me one more time?

Oh my Lord, here I stand condemned
to this world that I have built,
the shame upon my head.
It's better for me not to been born
than to be Your betrayer,
I would be better off dead.

I don't want this life anymore,
but you heard it all before.
Words won't do me any good.
Is it all just a waste of breath,
words that bring me to my death.
Nail me to this cross of wood.

Whoever says that they're a Christian,
and yet lives in darkness
is nothing but a liar.
I thought I would forewarn you brother,
be in fearful expectation
of Hell's raging fire.