I have seen Heaven in the bottom of a bottle
Hell in the eyes of a woman
Love in the spikes driven through hands
I have sought goodness and mercy
And they elude me.
The condemned man,
My sins painted on my arms,
Face down on the bloodstained cobblestones,
It would be the last time.
I made my own cross,
Built it over year after bloody year
With murder, with merciless taking,
And tears that ran red with wine.
I was the tyranny of evil men.