I

ne-

ver

cast

the

first

stone,

but

I'm

bu-

ried

in

rub-

ble.

The

weight

of

a

wret-

ched

world

is

e-

nough

to

make

a-

ny

man

crum-

ble.

I

ne-

ver

asked

for

for-

give-

ness,

so

I

am

gi-

ven

no

end

to

my

strug-

gle.

A

fail-

ure

of

flesh.

Lay

my

soul

to

rest.

By

the

bit-

ter

blood,

I

re-

main

un-

loved.

Un-

loved.

Un-

loved.

By

the

bit-

ter

blood,

I

re-

main

un-

loved.

All

that

is

low

will

al-

ways

lin-

ger.

Be-

neath

the

sur-

face

of

cal-

loused

skin.

So

go

and

point

your

fuc-

king

fin-

ger,

but

you

should

know

that

I

am

what

I've

al-

ways

been.

Un-

loved.

Un-

loved.

Un-

loved.

By

the

bit-

ter

blood,

I

re-

main

un-

loved.

Hate

is

the

on-

ly

gift

from

God!

Un-

loved.

By

the

bit-

ter

blood,

I

will

re-

main

un-

loved.

By

the

bit-

ter

blood,

I

will

re-

main.