gehenna:

I walk the streets of Gehenna.

With a shadow on my back.

A pound of flesh for a piece of silver.

There is nothing left.

A city of skeletons chasing ghosts.

Speaking silently is a matter of practice.

The purity isn’t purity.

You lost your soul to keep your hands clean.

The streets are alive with sinners.

Dancing in the light of a waning moon.

You can wash your skin in the fountain.

Be it holy water or fire,

we all burn the same.