Vessel - Rotting Out

A bastard from the bad lands

A boy bruised by bad times

Weak grip, broken hands

Built by a broken man

I laugh at myself as I’m dragged by the streets

All I have is my kin so please leave them be

If you’re gonna punish anyone, just punish me

Here I am, Take me

I’ll be the vessel for my family’s agony

The weight of it has got me on my knees

Can you hear me scream?

It’s getting hard to breathe

So let them walk and punish me