They will all forget me
The best of them
The worst of them
The ones I loved the most
The ones I ruined
The ones who I wrongly destroyed
They will slaughter me in turn
And I will know their fury
And I will feel their loss
Things sure look fucking cozy
Up on that cross

Everything's always burning around me
Everything's always exactly the same
Everything's always inflicted upon me
Everyone but myself to blame

And if the rope fits
Well, I guess I'll wear it
And if the rope fits
Well, I guess I will wear it