I've got bullets in my pockets
And I've got blood on my hands
Got a wright on my shoulders
And scars on my flash

Cast out from my own kin
In the sight of all men
Driven from the place I called home
I roam withouth aim
Wander over the land
Tell me when will it end
This pain

My eyes desired the place by rights I owned
My mind was blind and seeking for revenge
My hands demanded to bring him down, under me
My heart, denied, unwiling to repent

I washed my hands from this slaughter
But it doesn't seem to go away
We were raised the same
What the hell led me to do this
I turned against my own blood
My own blood

From deep underground, I can hear your blood
It's crying out
It's calling my name