You were wrong to resist nemI was wrong to forgive.Now I loathe my own weaknessBut you praise me for this.There's a place in your futureWhere the wound will be healedAnd the children you injuredWill rise up purifiedThen kill your nameYou're afraid of the mirrorSo you can crawl on the floorWhere you count your perversionsThen you rise up filthy with remorse