It hurts to look into the eyes of sinners, I cannot turn to face my friends, For they are lost within their perpetual sin, Trapped in a world of idols and fashion trends, The clock ticks away at my time, I soon will have to depart alone, I cannot bear to look at what we have become, To be into what I have grown, An eternity watches frowning through the eyes of priests, Down at the snake-like beings that inhabit the earth, I close my eyes, unable to even glance, At what the world holds tight to its chest, drowning in mirth, It terrifies me to gaze at the faces of the people, I have not even met them, or know their name, But I cannot even bear to myself, To them, to admit and hang myself in shame, Eyes of temptation glare and coax from magazine covers, Pleading, singing, to make you spend money and more, I cannot even look at my friends, listening to their cries, Watching them bend and buckle under the law, I tremble in the wake of the world, Hatred wrapping her arms around those near, It is not the faces of sinners I cannot bear, They are the faces that cry my tear.