Born - Rotting Out

So now I pay

I’m punished by the same sword that saved me every goddamn day

The deal we made, you get me through this

And you can have all that remains

I can’t let things go

I’ll spite everything and everyone until it seeps through my pores.

Hate is all that I’ve known

It’s the price I pay for being born

What I pay for being born

To those I love, it’s time for me to go

This is my reckoning

I feel it in my bones

It’s safe to say I knew that it would end this way

A debt unpaid collected by he whom wears my face

Dear mother, I will bring you shame no more

My abdomen is ready so hand me the sword