I am a pernicious man
With pernicious needs
And pernicious sins
When will it end, these blood stained hands
Which lead me on and on again
I am a pernicious man
With pernicious needs
My pernicious sins
When will it end, these blood stained hands
Which lead me on and on again

How many lines I've traced thus far
No boundaries overstepped
This fragrant wind of lust and sin
The victims I have bled
My repentance muted, as I'm reputed
For doing as I said
But what's one worth, without his word?
I'd rather wind up dead

A jealous rage forgotten, rounding notions I once schemed
Eternity in motion to count the things which makes us bleed

How many lines I traced thus far
No boundaries overstepped
This fragrant wind, the lust, the sin
The victims I have bled
My penitence muted, as I'm reputed
For doing as I said
But what's one's worth, without his word?
I'd rather wind up dead
This innocence in ignorance
Takes all my cares and needs
I see my faults as human,
I've obtained them through my genes

So many lost in my conviction
My hands scarred with Christ-like affliction
There's no turning back from the right direction
Your life is forfeit at my discretion

I am a pernicious man
With pernicious needs
And pernicious sins
When will it end, these blood stained hands
Which lead me on and on again
I am a pernicious man
With pernicious needs
My pernicious sins
When will it end, these blood stained hands
Which lead me on and on again