I am the sin upon your fate That brings you thrills Bend down and pray Until your mouth starts to scream Don't hold your breath There's nothing left, there is no shame Under your skin (the) fearless within (And) unholy blame Ten dollar lady Who dances in (the) afterlife Show me the way With a smile She open the door, The grime on the floor My rage possessed The little whore I am the sin upon your fate... I shake off the dirt And thank for the blow Hope that Her sentiment has gone And when I'm through I'm paying my due It's time to raise A toast to you