Bawls and Brawls The nature of things Touch me and your fingers singe Venomous with words and deeds There is no protection There aren't enough prayer beads
I've done my share of dirt And tried to make up Half-heartedly For what it's worth All in now Since I'm out of rebirths
Forgiveness is not expected I've accepted dying alone There is no need to show up at my funeral It's too late for me to atone And I won't be there to mourn
