I'm a sacrificial lamb
on the Altar of Despair,
People walk right past me
and all they do is stare.
I cry out for mercy
and try to run away,
But no one comes to help me
and no one wants to stay.
My eyes speak of horrors
of which they can't comprehend,
To them I'm already dead
and they see nothing to defend.
Look at me, you bastards!
I have not gone to slaughter yet,
I was once someone you loved
oh how soon you forget!
I did not choose this fate
and I did not ask to be,
A sacrificial lamb
who just wants to be free.