oh mother mary, won't you tell someone?njust admit all the fucking you've donenyou can't really believe i'm god's son?nna scared little girl above any sinnbut it seems pretty clear that you let someone innand i know it's not joseph, for i look nothing like himnnbeing a bastard isn't so badni don't need to know my real dadnbut i don't think you know what's in store for mennmaybe you're crazy and believe what you've saidnbut how will you feel after i'm dead knowing you could have saved me?nni'll have no chance to grow quietly oldni'll have to answer for the story you toldni still can't believe they bought the line that you sold themnnhow much longer 'til they take me awaynall for what you continue to say?nyou got lucky and i have to pay for itnni'm no savior of manni just want to hold nails in my handsnand work the wood in front of me nnhow much longer untilni have to buildnthe thing that they'll kill me with?nnwhy did you lie?