I Am A Victim Of My Time

A Produce Of My Age

There's No Choosing My Direction

I Was A Holy Man But Now

With All My Trials Behind Me

I Am Weak In My Conviction



And So I Walk To Try To Get Away

Knowing That Someday

I Will Finally Have To Face

The Fear That Will Come From Knowing That

The One Thing I Had Left Was You

And Now You're Gone



You Were A Victim Of My Crimes

A Product Of My Rage

You Were A Beautiful Distraction

I Kept You Locked Away Outside

Let Misery Provide

And Now I Am Ashamed



And So I Walk To Try To Find A Space

Where I Can Be Alone To Live With My Mistakes

And The Fear That Will Come

From Knowing That The One Thing

I Had Left Was You

And Now You're Gone