How Long Do We Have to Bear Our Fucking Crosses?

I know that sometimes is not easy to forgive me

But I fucking swear I still bear this cross, and sometimes

I even felt the need to bear thousand fucking more

I had my share from this stinky piece of cake called regret

But I will no longer humiliate myself

To your need of calling myself a sinner

While you are easily taking the crown of the saints

I know that sometimes is not easy to forgive me

I know that sometimes is not easy to forgive me

How long do we have to bear

Our crosses on our shoulders as a

Dead weight that pushes us into apathy?

How long do we have to confess

Sins that we actually never ever committed?

Will we always be separated into saints and sinners?

Those who bear the crosses might just as well have the glory

While the ones considered clean might just caught red handed

I will no longer humiliate myself

I will no longer cry tears of regret

I will just rise and take the crown, fly towards the sky

Let this world burn their hypocrite

Saints, and let them rent a place in hell

This sky is ours

This sky is ours