Prayer of the Damned

In the city, in the cold,
in the rusty times of old,
in the world that makes no sense,
and in this time of present tense,
in these words I breathe, Amen.

In all the pain I always pent,
and times I couldn't pay the rent,
for all the nights I've spent insane,
lost to the world from the drugs in my vein,
and all the screams I cried, Amen.

And for all the nurmerous failed tries
and all the pretty, promise cloaked lies,
and all, like me, whose heads are bent,
and all the pain we cannot vent,
all the shattered souls, Amen.

For all the things we try to hide,
and the things we won't, to ourselves, confide,
for all the tragaic, horror soaked, din,
and all my life I've spent in sin,
for the scars beneath, Amen.

To all the screaming, all the hate,
the days I plead for a better fate,
for all the darkness of my past,
and all the things that never last,
a wish for subtle end, Amen.

For all of us that light can't see,
and all who wish to just be free,
for all the men that I easily gave,
myself and their memories I'll never save,
all those nights, I say, Amen

And so for all these things I pray,
for the memories that won't wash away,
and for that moment when you'll finally call,
when the blood lets out and the last tear falls,
I pray to you, my death, Amen