Shot to the soul that was borrowed
Laced with poisons of pain and sorrow
Chances of survival minus zero
Didn’t need to hide behind the shadows
Face to face with the greatest ammo
A tyrant of emotions that I know
Deep, not shallow
The soul I borrowed fell deep, not shallow
Off the mountain of Kilimanjaro
What wouldn’t by ammo and arrows?
What shall I tell the owner then?
The soul you gave to me is close to death
Left it unprotected, I left it open to words
Left it wounded without a cure
Left it naked, I left it helpless
Left it defeated in the hands of the wicked
What then shall I tell the owner?
I failed you, I never should’ve been trusted