Sick cold and bothered by life, I'd like to die.
Till death do it's part, may I live in sin while falling apart.
Born with greed behind my ears..whats to fear less I exist to begin?
Listen to company and stand against plans.
Of your own design may God fall!
Despite my hate, I still require love.
Residing in all those called above lies those below.
Forgotten pain reminds only of the blessing you sick ones betrayed.
Loyalty sickens and the graves are thick with jealousy.