Potters Field

I was told to love you I was told to try I was born to save you I was born to die I'll always be your scapegoat You'll never take the blame You never had a chance It was your soul to save I am your one night nightmare Pain is all you see The blood is on your hands I hope you're proud of me I was told to love you I learned how to hate I was born to save you Your choice became your fate You can't take care of yourself How could you care for me? I am your retribution When is my soul free? I never asked for mercy You told me to forgive The blood is on your hands I hope your proud of me And what I've done to set you free I can barely hold myself Fascination, stimulation, stronger as I learn By his hand, I understand I was told to burn Bastard son, your saving grace Left alone I found my place I find love in what I steal You should of left me rest in Potters Field I was told to.I was told to Your beliefs turned me into this Bite the hand that feeds, you're so selfish Thank you mother for giving me this life I'll bring down the rapture Then we'll see who lies