Why was I left to appeal for a sin they couldn't atone,
Left to shoulder a burden that wasn't my own,
Why was I deserted by those who I called my own.
They've made me into a slave,
Dressed in the troubles they've sown,
And they've hung their troubles deep into my flesh,
Right down to my very bone.
Now I can only wish I had known,
I wish I had listened to the subtle warnings,
Their evil deeds have now shown,
It's just a matter of time before I'm laid 6 feet beneath a stone.
Looking forward to my dying breath,
I hold my last stand against death,
I can only lay in regret,
Desolation is all I can call home.