Decayed

I'm decayed. I guess, I couldn't be saved? That's why I'm decayed, yeah.

As I laid there dyin'. My family gathered 'round cryin'.

I took my last breath. Been read my time of death.

Dark turned to light. Why's the after-life so bright?

I shield my face from the lights beams. Will my soul be redeemed?

Lost and alone. I wish I'd be home.

There's a fork in the road. Which way am I to go?

No matter which way I stray. I guess, I'll find my way?

Wish there were signs, so I'd know which way

is mine.

Heaven or hell? Either way I'll do well.

Body and soul begin to rot. I understand their lil' plot.

Wasn't meant to walk the earth, ever since my Momma gave birth.

Damned from the start even though I didn't take part.

That's why I'm decayed and couldn't be saved, yeah.

Hell's fire scorches my skin, marking all of my sins. Worn on my sleeve, for all to perceive.

I've never had a voice, this life was never my choice.

Written in God's book before my time. Knowing none of this was ever mine.

Feels like I'm being played, that's why I'm decayed.