Time slowed down
The time I forgot my friends and my karma came around
In the morning I looked like shit
It's probably because of this and all the fucked up stuff I did

But you're wrong
God you're wrong

A forward explanation
Talking backwards
Caught in translation
Go means no again

I sold my soul to Jesus it turns out that God doesn't need us
My arms now marked with the beast
He taught me how to be empty

My soul floats up
As I reach the gates You turn me away
I beg and I cry, but you say "no"
And I burn

As I lay in ice my skin petrified
My conscious consumed with thoughts of you