Potters Field — текст песни (Anthrax)

I was told to love you
I was told to try
I was born to save you
I was born to die
I`ll always be your scapegoat
You`ll never take the blame
You never had a chance
It was your soul to save
I am your one night nightmare
Pain is all you see
The blood is on your hands
I hope you`re proud of me

I was told to love you
I learned how to hate
I was born to save you
Your choice became your fate
You can`t take care of yourself
How could you care for me?
I am your retribution
When is my soul free?
I never asked for mercy
You told me to forgive
The blood is on your hands
I hope your proud of me
And what I`ve done to set you free
I can barely hold myself

Fascination, stimulation, stronger as I learn
By his hand, I understand
I was told to burn

Bastard son, your saving grace
Left alone I found my place
I find love in what I steal
You should of left me rest in Potters Field
I was told to. I was told to...

Your beliefs turned me into this
Bite the hand that feeds, you`re so selfish
Thank you mother for giving me this life
I`ll bring down the rapture
Then we`ll see who lies

Fascination, stimulation, stronger as I learn
By his hand, I understand,
I was told to burn

Bastard son, your saving grace
Left alone I found my place
I find love in what I steal
You should of left me rest in Potters Field
I was told to. I was told to.
I was told to. I was told to...
Stop it