The good in me is running out
and the bad is starting to overwhelm me within,
I don't know how to kill but I'm going to learn
so that I can dispel all the harm that you've done to me.
If I should become a killer because of you,
you'll go straight to hell for that.
I'm starting to become like you now,
the same way you used to do in the town church,
where you'd kneel and kiss the cross
and you'd weep as you'd beat at your breast1,
I believed that you were praying for me,
who would have thought you were lying to me?
If because of these things you've just done
you anger God and he sends for you to be punished,
I'm going to pray a rosary for you
so he may forgive you for how wicked you've been,
and if the Lord should have placed you in the fire already,
I'd be prepared to burn alongside you.
I'm starting to become like you now,
the same way you used to do in the town church,
where you'd kneel and kiss the cross
and you'd weep as you'd beat at your breast,
I believed that you were praying for me,
who would have thought you were lying to me?
1. the act of beating at your breast when reciting the 'Confiteor', the part that reads: ...through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault...