I'm running low on how good I am
and evil is coming to me from within;
I don't know how to kill, but I want to learn
to dispel all the evil you have done to me
And if I become a murderer for you,
You will come down for this,
Right to hell.
I'm becoming like you too,
as you did
in the village church.
On your knees you kissed the cross
and crying with blows to the chest.
And I believed,
that you prayed for me.
Who would think
that you were lying to me?
If by these things that you have done,
God annoys you and sends you a punishment,
I'm going to pray on a rosary for you
forgive me
How bad you've been.
And if the Lord has you in the fire,
I would be able
of burning with you.
I"m becoming like you too,
as you did
in the village church.
On your knees you kissed the cross
and crying with blows to the chest.
And I believed
that you prayed for me.
Who would think
that you were lying to me?