Paroles: Milow. Maybe Next Year. The End.

Lover, there's something I should
Confess, I've been misunderstood
I really fucked up, it doesn't make sense
I've got no choice but to accept the consequence

Mama, there's something I'd like
To tell you before they arrive
Because in a couple of hours
At the first light of day
Some men will come and take me away

Sister, don't weep it's my fault
That I will die before I'll get old
Now I just wish that I could shed my skin
And sneak away from the mess that I'm in

Father, give me back my grace
The end is a time and a place
Where certain people will be rewarded
For perfection, but a liar like me
Will be consigned to the lake of fire