Hole In My/Your Chest (Wish Upon A Satanic Star)

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" you cried into the air
I didn't have an answer, and I didn't really care
The color of the blood that poured from your chest
Is another memory I have still failed to repress
It hurt me to see you writhing on the floor
But I just couldn't take your abuse anymore!
I wiped the blood from my hands and broke down in tears
I had ended the torture, but awakened many new fears

God never gave me the justice I had earned
He abandoned me in my pain and never returned
The devil had already taken control of my life
And ended all my problems by giving me a knife
I began to ponder how great my life would be
If I let go of God and let the devil guide me
So I wished upon a Satanic star
That you'd burn in Hell for the way you are
God might save you, and that'd be nice
But I'd rather watch you pay the price
I sold my soul to the devil when promised revenge
He assured that my suffering would be avenged

A grin reached my lips, you thought you'd won
But you were about to pay for all that you'd done
I was sure you were near your judgment day
But the devil never showed up, and I wasted away

I wallowed in the hurt from being betrayed
I'd given it all to Satan, but you never paid
My heart was dissipated from the inside out
Then I had nothing left to cry about
You still lived on to laugh over my pain
I trusted both you and Satan, both in vain


Now I'm looking into an empty hole in my chest
Having made no progress, even now that I've confessed
You hurt me, so I wanted you to hurt, too
Now I'm sitting here, with a hole in my chest,

And I'm no better than you