I am a product of society,
Passing ghosts to this world I’m enslaved.
I have no eyes for love,
No place for good.
This body is condemned,
Exchanged away into this hell,
Hell I lay.
Embracing flames.
Embracing.
It’s the decisions that we make,
That keep prisoners.
I am a product of society,
A passing ghost to this world I became.
I have no eyes for love.
Dear father, I have sinned,
I leave the world with the dirt I track in.
I have no faith.
I am a product of hate.

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