Mark of the beast

I'd rather burn in hell than live my life on my knees a product of this world's disease except my place this half life bleeding within dead inside. So beaten down by this world I won't reflect what I disdain is blade my only escape from a world I don't want to understand I see this stain of my life on my hands it will never wash away I pray for rain to cleanse me of this world of my life is my freedom just one cut away have I given all I have to give I'd rather burn in hell than except that one and one no longer equal two we pray for deliverance when salvation lies in our hands in this blood I escape is my freedom just one cut away.