The Pugilist

[Verse 1]
I'm bowed out and broken
Thawed out and lost
I've forgotten my prayers
And spat on my love
And measure my days
With lists of my demons
Pleasure myself
With the language of reason

[Verse 2]
There's a shame in my smile
Pain in my hips
I'm sure out of breath
But I need to repent
I carefully examine
The still art of living
And tick off the days
And shudder at their meaning

[Bridge]
Born a [?]
Brought into the light
Stealing [?]
God's giving light
Let god and the devil
[?] for our souls

[Outro]
I'm bowed out and broken
And shot full of holes
When will I be justifiеd?