It hurts to see my mother's face,
To which I know I've brought disgrace.
She doesn't know the battles I hid.
Pains upon seed of her own flesh.

Blood for blood.
Sins of the saved.
One more hit, then I'll fade.

My soul isn't for this world.
I'm a sheep wearing flesh,
in a world of wolves wearing shiny masks
I'm consumed within,
I become like my captures.

One more hit delivers me.
I think I've lost my divinity.
I'm not different, am I?
Maybe that's really why;

It hurts to see my mother's face.