My little mind is slipping,
Ripping, and tearing
Exposing the soul
That I shouldn't be sharing

My heart is in pieces
For thousands of reasons
And though I am older
The embers still smolder

My father, he left me
My mother, she blames me
My world, it tried to enslave me
The son of Three

Who could ever be free?

So, I'm out here all alone
Too bad, we never had a home
What a shame,
I would've made a very good dog

The spirit was strong,
Its intentions, wrong?

The sweet water still flowing
Saturating drowning lungs
Washing the hurt away
Towards the shallow graves I've dug