| Everything I feel just turns on me | |
| Again and again 'til I can't see | |
| Everything you sought, you found | |
| But I see people looking down | |
| Pointed fingers, pointless lives | |
| All points lead to empty lies | |
| Empty hands and dirty deeds | |
| It all comes down to just one thing | |
| I don't believe | |
| Whenever I feel this thing inside | |
| Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied | |
| I must have somehow dreamed | |
| Of all the things I've never seen | |
| All the words left unsaid | |
| I never quite took into my head | |
| All the things that lie undone | |
| Like petals forever falling on this gun | |
| Be pure | |
| You can be chaste | |
| You can behave | |
| You can be mine | |
| You'll be my cure | |
| Be my religion | |
| Be my decision | |
| You'll be my crime | |
| You will be mine | |
| Be pure | |
| All the time I tried to breathe | |
| It all turned into make believe | |
| One confusion, one confession | |
| One more lie, one more lesson | |
| Complicity, stupidity | |
| The bile in my hypocrisy | |
| The broken, low morality | |
| The sentimental strategy | |
| Be pure | |
| You can be chaste | |
| You can behave | |
| You can be mine | |
| You'll be my cure | |
| Be my religion | |
| Be my decision | |
| You'll be my crime | |
| You will be mine | |
| Be pure | |
| Be pure | |
| Be vigilant | |
| Behave | |
| Be mine | |
| Be pure | |
| You can be chaste | |
| You can behave | |
| You can be mine | |
| You'll be my cure | |
| Be my religion | |
| Be my decision | |
| You'll be my crime | |
| You will be pure | |
| You can be chaste | |
| You can behave | |
| You can be mine | |
| You'll be my cure | |
| Be my religion | |
| Be my decision | |
| You'll be my crime | |
| You will be mine |