Unloved - Fit For An Autopsy

I never cast the first stone

But I’m buried in rubble

The weight of a wretched world

Is enough to make any man crumble

I never asked for forgiveness

So I am given no end to my struggle

A failure of flesh, lay my soul to rest

By the bitter blood, I remain

Unloved, unloved, unloved

By the bitter blood, I remain unloved

All that is low will always linger

Beneath the surface of calloused skin

So go and point your fucking finger

But you should know that I am what I’ve always been

Unloved, unloved, unloved

By the bitter blood, I remain unloved

Hate is the only gift from God

Unloved

By the bitter blood, I will remain unloved

By the bitter blood, I will remain