I was locked in a pod when I first got the news then I tatted you upon my arm,
I was blind to The Way and anxious to get anybody that brought you the harm,
It was senseless and sad to do what they did for a chic that couldn't be loyal,
I never did mourn but I do so today as your gone and now part of the soil,
Im now a new man and I wish you could see theres a Way that can make you be new,
I know its too late and your dealing with fate and the lie of having a crew.
