I remember painting pictures made of sand of dust
I put my faith in god because I was told to trust him
Soon there was no one left to teach me another lesson
And they weren't there long enough to tell me how to ask questions

If there is really something else why does nothing ever change?
And even though I'm not an expert I think it's quite irritating
How this world is moving but nothing here is changing

You were one of those who never had to deal with me
And so you never did instead you raised a family
Met a guy and married him, born and raised two kids,
Never left this hellhole, but spent your days wondering

She said my body's not his temple before she hung herself
No man of god will ever touch, own or exorcise me
I'd rather marry the devil and live with him alone
Than to get along with this man and our bastard son

It didn't hurt that much since I wasn't old enough
To understand she never loved me and she'd never come back
So I stole money from old ladies and had a job or three
Never left this hellhole but spent my days wondering

Playing by her feet while dad taught people manners,
Trying to forget her but I will still remember

There's a message on a cold hand
It says there might be love in the heart of every man
But there's also the chance that he's just looking for revenge
And who are you to stop him? who are you to judge?
Because when his day has come and he goes to where he came from,
Someone will remember and send him to his place