They tell me my execution is near,
As I stand before you, before this cross,
I've no regrets for what I've done, you hear?
I tell you, you should go, you'll have no loss,
You sit Father, and I tell you I've sinned,
But no, I ask not for your forgiveness,
My soul's already scattered in the wind,
And I've not a care for your holiness.
To repent, I hear you asking from me,
Then I'll have a chance to hear Heaven's song,
But no, I prefer Hell to purity,
Never will I give up the thrill of wrong.
Between sin and faith, you choose the latter,
But I know that sin feels much, much better.