Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain Tortured memories burning my brain. Oh make it end Killed for nothing. Killed by no-one. I was just a boy Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone Rage and anger tearing through me. Who's God will pay? Made me fight for you. Made me die for you You and your sick God. You hope to be loved We're all swept away, so you can have your day On bloode

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