"Private Hell"

Let nobody know about ones bad deeds?
yes I've got a secret that I'll never tell
locked up inside me in my private hell

I don't have the fondness for memories of youth
instead I'm haunted by visions of yesterday's truth
salvation and solace I'd asked of this place
my conscience keeps tugging at the mask on my face.

His textile of lies show by his face, hands and feet
as each strand of untruth weaves "the-cloth" of deceit
these devil's and demons, yes I know them well
their standing before me in my private hell.

The longer it lingers the larger it grows
the weight of this penance that nobody knows
The Holy water is rising it crests and it swells
I'm choking and drowning in my private hell