I know not whose blood br do i wage war with more br But this pestilence of rage br that grows inside br begs no reason to the fore br Since these hands i call my own br have betrayed the love br that once i wore br It no longer stands to reason br there be hope for anymore br Shame is a comfort br Pain is a friend br I will not see light of day br Or have a hand in gain br While you offer me br your other cheek br For a wretch like me to mend br In what feels like days br I'm free in my fall br to accept my sins forever br As I contemplate their fame br These 30 bought me little br Not enough to pay my wage br But enough to buy my namebr br Vincent Felicianobr br