Branded

Lord above, lord below
Here in the middle i stand alone
Through the mud, sweat and fears
I would be nothing without your care

Caring for my seared flesh

No disgrace in letting go
Set them high before me
Traveling through the next adventure
And wonder whose hand's on the master control

Gave it hell
You get what you give
Gave it hell
I did what i did short of selling my soul

Was tom to pieces
Lorn to pieces in what i believed
Torn to pieces in what i believed
Torn to pieces

Gave me hell
I expected nothing less

All contained within the hemispheres
But my brain has been branded since the early years
So grant me no wishes from below
Consider me branded; consider me rogue

Branded for life