In the cold light of day, love's price I must pay,
As she bows to her handsome new master,
Now his easy lay, our future betray,
While it lies in ruin and disaster.

Her untrusting word, like the edge of a sword,
From my heart draws a trickle of blood,
My speech became slurred, my vision all blurred,
As I fall to my knees in the mud.

'Mid the lines of this verse, an invisible hearse,
To bury the remains of my sorrow,
In sad tears immersed, harm can't be reversed,
To pay for her sins, I now borrow.

My memory long dead, banished from her head,
As she stares at the ceiling above 'er,
Thoughts of pleasure instead, as bare she lies spread,
'Neath the gyrating hips of her lover.

But someday yet, there'll be haunting regret,
As their sins they'll be forced to expel,
With red-hot sweat, to repay Satan's debt,
For eternity in the furnace of Hell !