What a hell wrong with me

At last alone, 

his fire's dying
Burned another day.
Now to pretend
and make up an ending
somewhere far away.

He reached for a book all bound in leather.
Something that he knows he's never read.
And the first page says "Beware you've found the answer".
the next one says "I wish that you were dead!".

Don't go on, 

Put it back.
You're reading from the Bible Black!

What's this word I see.
Who are you and who are me.
Maybe I just stumbled in the dark.

I must have been out cold
but the way the story's told.
They found me lying naked in the rain.

Let me go.

I've seen religion.
But the light has left me blind.
Take me back.
I must have the Bible Black!

Well here I go again.
From the start to the end.

I wish I could remember what I've done.

Now here's another spell.
It could take me straight to hell.
And I feel I'm getting closer to my home.

Let me go.

I've found addiction
and it makes me feel alive.
Take me back.
I must have the Bible Black!

He locks himself away and tastes the silence.
Hungry for another bite of wrong.
And just the words "Oh Lord please take me with you"
Took him to a place we don't belong.

Let him go!
He can't come back.
He's reading from the Bible Black!

So if your fire's dying,
then what's the use of trying?
I may know another place that you can go

It's hiding in the pages
but you may not come back
you're reading from the Bible Black!