The Word Sorry Isn't In My Vocabulary

Can we lie our way to heaven?
Should we die on our road to heaven?
Will you satisfy my will to lie,
So I can stand by God’s side?

Can I fly like a bird up in the sky?
When I’m high I have the power to float
I’m too small to reach the sky
I want to choke while on a boat
On my way to hell on the river Styx

I see familiar faces in the weirdest places
My shadow chases me around the corner
At daylight or at midnight
My mind is torn by a deadly roses thorn

My thoughts are floating in outerspace
My sight is weak, my eyes burn from mace
Can’t see infront of me
The enemy is right under my nose
Striking his pose, standing so close

Air is pushing its way through my lungs
All my songs have been sung
Sinking deeper inside my body as a bullet
Like a thief inside a pocket looking for a wallet

Forming the factor which plays a key role
Looking for my non-existing soul
The devil inside me has taken control
My heart is nothing but a piece of coal

And now I feel I’ve been victimized
I’ve been called the biggest liar
No one takes me as a sire
I was the leader of my own empire
But I was pushed from the throne
By an unconvincing clone

And I’m sorry
No
I’m sorry
No
I’m sorry
No
I’m sorry
No
Am I sorry?
No