The point of no return does in fact exist

Chained to self, and to the past

Dont untie me or I wont last

Restrained, trained, bleeding and weeping

Life slipping through my fingers is seeping

Written off, hated, tortured and loved

Waiting, praying that my time will come

Faith is the human reaction to the imminence of death

Deny redemption with my last breath

Just a mortal mark against the power above

I hope I die before I can no longer love

I would rather be rotting in hell, Just you and me

Than to continue with this life condemned to purgatory