[Intro – solemn choir, Latin chant fading into pipe organ]
Choir (in Latin):
"Miserere mei, Deus, secundum misericordiam tuam..."
("Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your loving kindness...")
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[Verse 1 – slow, gothic rock rhythm begins]
I’m not misunderstood — I’m just bad.
No trauma excuse, just the poison I’ve had.
Every smile I fake is a little white sin,
And the devil didn’t chase me — I let him in.
I hurt what I love, then I beg them to stay,
But I wouldn’t even choose me on my best day.
Every breath feels like theft from the air,
And if I was gone… would anybody care?
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[Chorus – dramatic, layered vocals]
So dig me a grave in a velvet-lined hell,
I’ve earned every demon, I wear them well.
Don’t pray for my soul, don’t cry, don’t lie—
I’m a bad, bad person… maybe I should just die.
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[Verse 2 – dirge-like, slow]
I see my reflection and flinch at the sight,
A parasite thriving in borrowed light.
I’ve played the victim, I’ve played the thief,
Now I rot in silence, beyond belief.
No savior’s coming, no holy sign,
I’m the punchline of some divine design.
Just another wretch with a guilt-stained face,
Screaming in shadows, begging for grace.
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[Bridge – haunting choir returns behind whispered vocals]
Whispers:
“I confess, I’m a fraud, I’m a curse, I’m a shell…”
Choir rises again softly:
"Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna..."
("Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death...")
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[Chorus – louder, more desperate]
So dig me a grave in a velvet-lined hell,
I’ve earned every demon, I wear them well.
Don’t pray for my soul, don’t cry, don’t lie—
I’m a bad, bad person… maybe I should just die.
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[Outro – quiet, single bell toll with final whisper]
No redemption… no rewind…
Just the echo of a man who’s been left behind.
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