Mark of the Son

I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son
Living my life; plagued by the actions of one
Wandering the world, my sentence begun
When this began I too was his son
Now I realize I’m a son to no one

I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son
I’m always paying for the crimes that I’ve done
No thoughts of grace for me, I have none
Constant convictions of guilt all day long
This is the life that I built, I blame no one

I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son
Knowing I’ll never do good to no one
I question my place and why I have none
I question my Lord as if there was one
As I question my finger as it holds the gun

I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son
I am society’s child, simply gone wrong
No happiness, joy or love for anyone
Singing of pain and death in my song
I carry my burden, yes I carry it along

I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son
May have killed Abel now my soul too is done
Branded, scarred; I’m no good to anyone
For I have the name of the father
And the mark of the son