Empathy — текст песни (Swans)

You were wrong to resist nem
I was wrong to forgive.
Now I loathe my own weakness,
But you praise me for this.
There`s a place in your future,
Where the wound will be healed,
And the children you injured,
Will rise up, purified,
Then kill your name...
You`re afraid of the mirror,
So you can crawl on the floor,
Where you count your perversions,
Then you rise up, filthy, with remorse...