I'm no fucking saint.

I sometimes wish I could be clean and pure and right
But it's hard when you're in a fight
With the line that crosses what's wrong,
And where you belong
Maybe my purpose in life is simply to serve as a bad example
So don't test me like a sample
Because I am not clean
Any chance of being in any way Holy, has slipped down a ravine
And past the point of return
So I would gladly sit back and watch you burn
I am guilty
So there's no point to accuse me
It shouldn't be like this
But it is
And I won't stop
Until your heart stops
And I won't give in
Until they're digging a grave to put you in
You took the only thing I knew
And turned my life askew
But when the tables turn
You soon will have learned
That I am no fucking saint
And killing for me is just a game