| Taught to fear my God
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| Then that fear became a cancer
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| And I take medicine
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| To destroy the sin
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| But I know, in the end it’s killing me
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| I watched my family fall apart
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| My father’s liquor was his crutch
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| But he still taught me well
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| That this world, it is a Hell
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| And we’re all damned to the hell of living
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| With my heart in my hands
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| I am ready again
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| I am a broken man, I am
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| 'Cause I’ve come to accept
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| That the blood that you bled
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| It was bled and sent for the likes of me
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| Should I work myself to death?
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| Who gives a damn about my rest
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| And I’ll leave the divine to better men than I
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| I’ll just take what I can find anymore
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| So I left you knocking at the door
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| I just don’t feel it anymore
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| The only fire I feel has been burning at my heels
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| And it’s real
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| I feel like I’ve been sinking
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| With my heart in my hands
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| I am ready again
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| I am a broken man, I am
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| 'Cause I’ve come to accept
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| That the blood that you bled
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| It was bled and sent for the likes of me |