What grows in him, he never tells
One thing's for sure, it's not well
A 6 year old boy is bleeding to death, and took in dawn of day his last breath

Yes it's my fault
The way you think about me
The way you think about me
Yes it's my fault
The way it should be

V.i.p. says the disorder takes control
Even for the family you must behold
The smell of hurt is surroundin' me surrounding like snakes around a tree

Yes it's my fault
The way you think about me
The way you think about me
Yes it's my fault
The way it should be
Bridge: forgive me father for i have sinned
Forgive me when i put my self in
They put me in a cell
And it's worse than in hell

Yes it's my fault
The way you think about me
The way you think about me
Yes it's my fault
The way it should be