I believe, whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you stranger
My godless soul
Confessions will not soothe
Well, after all
There’s nothing I can lose
But to confess
Is harder than it seemed
How can I ask
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
What do I feel?
I’m filled with filth from head to heel
It pains so bad I scream at night
What doesn’t kill
Will follow you until you’re nil
Will take your soul and steal your mind
Steal your mind
My life began
With all these good to-dos
To be a man
Of honor and of truth
But over time
I guess, something went wrong
I couldn’t find
A place where I belong
I close my eyes
To see the roads I chose
And realize
Whatever didn’t kill made me worse
So in the end
What judgment will I face
With this poor handful
Of what’s left of thy grace?
What do I feel?
I’m filled with filth from head to heel
It pains so bad I scream at night
What doesn’t kill
Will follow you until you’re nil
Will take your soul and steal your mind
Steal your mind