about the things that put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
The countless feasts that up my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would
No, I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same abhorrence from guilt
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Thus scapegoats' fates made of me
But I promise now my judge endures
My intentions couldn't have been purer
I'm not looking for a clear conscience
And before we talk of any repentance
You stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same apartments of guilt
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
No, I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
Try walking in my shoes you