Sinnerman

In the hours of lenghty agony beneath the umbrella of the purgatory, I remember my sins. Whom I made wrong? Whom I betrayed? Whom I deceived? Under a light that blinds I am sorry for what I made wrong, for what I betrated, for what I deceived, but above all, I am sorry for the sins I made to myself. Because we can make wrong to others, we can betray others' good will, we can deceived others' expectations, but, at the end, when doing so, whom we are doing wrong, betraying, deceiving, it is ourselves.

Sinnerman where you gunna run to
when you carry your sins
in your memory?
Where you gunna run to
all on that day?

So I run to the Lord.
Please help me Lord!
Don’t you see me praying?
Don’t you see me down here praying?

But the Lord said:
Go to the Devil!
The lord said:
Go to the Devil!
He said go to the Devil
all on that day!

So I ran to the Devil.
He was waiting.
I ran to the Devil he was waiting
all on that day!

And here I am
with my own Devil
carrying my sins
and praying
that I can ever
forgive myself.