If I had to pay for everything done
I might as well never begin life
For it'd be easier to be undone
My sins rot inside, remembered
My vague threats dismember
I'd rather have never gone on
For I lived without living
I lived without forgiving
I kept the wrongs in my mind
Cast down upon me
Ready to be spent thereafter
Upon the other
I was wronged and I wronged
I sinned and was sinned upon
Why does it matter at this far off place
To count the sins that are countless
Without redemption or even its taste
