Do I have any right at all to criticise
When all of my words have been nothing but lies
I myself have perpetrated
And that I never hesitated
To create when the truth was too loud
For my darkness to shroud
With the mist in my heart
And now that I’ve started
Life keeps on ticking on
These seconds, minutes, hours, are gone
With naught but pain and sin
Dwelling within
So again I ask since you know of my lies
Do I have any right at all to criticise