Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

Like Gods Of The Sun

Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain 
Tortured memories burning my brain. Oh make it end 
Killed for nothing. Killed by no-one. I was just a boy 
Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand 


Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone 
Rage and anger tearing through me. Who's God will pay? 


Made me fight for you. Made me die for you 
You and your sick God. You hope to be loved 
We're all swept away, so you can have your day 
On blooded knees for you. Heaven calls to you 


But I won't die without 
Without your heart 
In my hand