Criminal
I'm a criminal
I'm a killer
And I'm a thief
my blood is white
it's cold and thick
snow-blood soaked in the residue
of my grief
precious grief
Criminal
I had to do it
she closed her eyes
her back was turned
so I pushed the blade up to the hilt
and watched the blood flow
I had to do it
despite the blood-stained vision
of my goddamn, blood-stained guilt
Now I know how low my heart can sink
I know the darkness that's within
I know that no nobody is immune
I taste the crimson lips of sin
and the blindness of my blindness of my blindness
and I make love to my own vacant soul
as I embrace the fact
that I am damned
that I am damned