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