Grew up fast, I grew up mean
Raised on scraps, stubborn disease
The devil walked right into me
And I accept him willingly
They told me there's no saving me
Fields drenched dry reluctantly
Cracked old dirt riddled with disease
The land cries out, 'deliver me'.
I'll die by his hand
I'll die by my hand
No good book in my bedside stand
No reprieve nor a promised land
Rattling bones dumped and picked clean
Sink into earth, never seen
Awaiting on a judgement day
No scarred up knees getting down to pray
My fate's not mine, it never was
Just send me down there without cause
Drink, smoke, swallow till the nightmare leaves
The bottom of the bottle smiles back at me
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