The Myth of Sanity - Dark Sermon

Lashes slap calloused skin

But they are no match for the burn within

If given the chance, I’d kill again

No restraint for the guilty man

I refuse to believe the myth of sanity

I demand my reprieve from your reality

I know what I did, I followed the signs

The consequences haunting me are seen by the blind

I carry the burden, the burden of proof

The burden of murder, the burden of…

Truth be told, I’m centuries old

A life by the knife is a life in the hole

If given the chance, I’d kill again

I know I should feel something

But all I feel is nothing

But all I’ve felt was nothing all my life… nothing all my life

When the reaper lies dead and buried

Who will come to harvest your soul?

The executioner sleeps beneath the soil

We are all born from sin

Spare me your pleas of innocence

We are all murderers waiting to be hung

No one is beautiful

No one is pure

No one is innocent and no one is safe

We are all murderers waiting to be hung

No one is innocent and no one is safe