Despite the profession that I chose
I could never give my own confession.
What kind of a priest have I become tonight?
It's the times that we live in
and its how I justify my actions,
believing that there is no other way
My sins are just too heavy
too heavy to stand for,
yet i won't give in.
Would i be wrong to ask for
a chance at forgiveness?
Have I paid for my sin?
Pick up the gun and give the trigger a little squeeze,
watch your fingers tremble
bullets flying from the end.
They speed towards the beginning
of the regret you will live with
until it brings you to your knees.
Was everything I did in my life a mistake?
And yet somehow I am happy and I feel at peace today.
It really can be done, we can save everyone,
why didn't I see that before it was too late?
I've seen enough for judging the wicked,
but I was wrong to not judge myself...

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