I stand above my headstone looking at my grave.
Left alone in this world to feel like a slave.
Driven under towards the fires in the pit of hell.
Striving for heaven, as my for-fathers wish me well.

Along this path I sway side to side with my feet crumbling before me.
I speak these words but you all try to distort me.
Here my blurred out curses, as I sing these painful verses.

I walk through this life with a darkened soul.
I have no place, I have no safe home.
But what the fuck, what did I expect.
How could I have gotten through this world with a heart that has kissed death.

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