i solemnly swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothin but the truh now so help me god,
what i testify and what i'm speaking of,
is an eye witness account of experience a kind of love,
i confess right now to what i was,
i'm guilty of makin the son of god shed his blood,
and guilty for the reason why he was hung,
and guily for every evil thing i've done,
and guilty for it all i just can't blame no one,
i'm filthy with what caused the death of his son,
it kills me to think that i'm the one that shed his blood,
i still think think of the way he died and how it was,
it fills me with so much pain i feel like throwing up,
i can't escape, i can't lie, i didn't make it up
i was the one who took life from the holy one
this is the time i confess now to what i've done...
i'm guilty