I was a prisoner
Before they hung me
But at one time
I thought I had an offer
One that'd free me
It could be my salvation
A way to flee
My life had been given
To pay for my crimes
My life was lost
Like all to time
I didn't do anything
Nothing worthwhile
Except fight
I had a way, though
More like pestilence
I will resist
My Hurt allowed me
To be able to persist
But go ahead and ask
What do I have now
Do I have anything
Anything at all?
I've less than nothing
All I've done in the end
The end of the road
Is nothing
All I have is regret
I am the deadwood
Time to burn it
Ready to be gone
Gone forever
