As i stand tarred and feathered
And my body is worn and weathered

I begin to understand, that the false premonitions of life presented,
Were what I never intended
To be apart of

As I stand tarred and feathered
And I lower my head to be severed

I don’t understand, why the dreams imagined in my sleep
Never came true
Could this be why I feel so blue?

And like the Afore mentioned colour
My skin turns a darker shade

For up my mind is made
As my life is taken,
Before the turn of a second decade