With a flask in pocket I'll scour the earth searching for the pit from which I was birthed. Because these blue eyes, they were destined to lie. With blood on my lips and hate on my tongue that follows the veins from my heart to my lungs. And when I pass, nothing will last. No one will come to say their good-byes, no priest there to recount my lies. And you'll say to yourself "I always could tell" because bastards like me, we all burn in hell.
There's good guys and bad guys and bastards like us, who no one should love, believe in or trust. The strings of our hearts are all covered in rust. We want nothing more than a world turned to dust.
In this empty place I'll patiently wait and contemplate what will be my fate. What will become of this poisoned mind that spits contempt for all humankind? Because I can't create, I can only destroy with these sordid words I'm forced to deploy. And yes you could say its my soul I did sell, because bastards like me, we all burn in hell.