I used to be a better man.

But the regret came, and here I am.

I used to walk outside my door.

But I don't go outside anymore.

When will they carry me to my grave?

So I can pay for the things my hands have made.

Two sons will take my body

and place it in the ground.

And I hope they know to be nothing like me.

No, nothing like me.

My Blood is tainted with bitterness.

I want it out, I want it out of me.

Oh, the taste of my inheritance.

How I have fallen, the hills will cover me.

You too will become weak.