Potters Field

I was told to love you

I was told to try

I was born to save you

I was born to die

I'll always be your scapegoat

You'll never take the blame

You never had a chance

It was your soul to save

I am your one night nightmare

Pain is all you see

The blood is on your hands

I hope you're proud of me

I was told to love you

I learned how to hate

I was born to save you

Your choice became your fate

You can't take care of yourself

How could you care for me?

I am your retribution

When is my soul free?

I never asked for mercy

You told me to forgive

The blood is on your hands

I hope your proud of me

And what I've done to set you free

I can barely hold myself

Fascination, stimulation

Stronger as

I learnBy his hand,

I understand

I was told to burn

Bastard son, your saving grace

Left alone

I found my place,

I find love in what

I stealYou should of left me rest in

Potters Field

I was told to.

I was told to

Your beliefs turned me into this

Bite the hand that feeds, you're so selfish

Thank you mother for giving me this life

I'll bring down the rapture then we'll see who lies