Forgive me lord for I have sinned,

My sins run across my arms like a tigers stripes,

My skin cut open red and stinging,

Scares there for evermore,

Forever reminding me of what I’ve done,

Scares laughing at me,

Yet when I make them upon my arms,

I feel better,

But how can such a sin filled act make me feel better you may ask,

The stinging reminds me I’m still alive,

Oh how good it feels to bleed, how it feels to be alive,

The redness reminds me of the crimes I’ve committed,

Oh how good it feels to bleed, how it feels to be alive,

The blood I bleed reminds me that I’m only human and the crimson color of the devils deceit,

Oh how good it feels to bleed, how it feels to be alive,

Thy scares be thy purgatory and thy pain be thy cleansing,

Oh how good it feels to bleed, how it feels to be alive,

One sin filled act leads to another,

Till my mind can hold no more,

And I must purge them,

I must be cleansed,

So my sin filled act must be committed.