Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain
Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand
Killed for nothing. Killed by noTortured memories burning my brain. Oh, make it end Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone
Rage and anger tearing through me. Whose God will pay?
Made me fight for you. Made me die for you
We're all swept away, so you can have your day On blooded knees for you. Heaven calls to you You and your sick God. You hope to be loved
But I won't die without
In my handWithout your heart.
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