What's right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

Eyes keep driving the nails in through

And keeps my mind occupied, It's all right

Right sir blight

Slipping into the dark of things

My sick world's never been sound

Lacerations, Degenerating now

Right sir blight

Staring into a solemn fate

Into a forest of blight

Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified

Right sir blight

What's right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

Don't preach you're a saint till you're crucified

Right sir blight