Pride is my sin.

  Inane bastard.
Why do you want me to go there?
  What point will it prove?
I see your face turning purple;
  your hand shaking with anger,
    but I'll never admit to what you want.
I'll never say what you want to hear.
  I would rather die.

Even if you do kill me,
  I will be winning in the end
    and you know it.
      I always win.
         Always,
           always,
             always...

You think that gun
  is going to scare me?
    You think these shackles
      will make me confess?
        HA!
I pity your foolishness;
  your false impression.
I am a great person!
  I did nothing wrong.  
    I won't apologize for an accident
      that obviously wasn't my fault.

Your lover's death wasn't my error.
  She walked in front of my car;
    she wanted to die.

You want me
  to beg you
    for forgiveness?
Hell no.

You want the pleasure
  of hearing me
    scream in agony?
Fuck no.

Why should I bless you
  with what you desire?
    Go ahead,
      pull the trigger.
        I'll see you in hell.

Pride was my sin.  Wrath is my reaper.