I stand at the gates of an open tomb
I lean inside to see if there's room
I hold your hand just one last time
Now in you go dear friend of mine
I gaze in your eyes if just to see light
But only spot the haze of the blight
I look ahead leave you behind
Just as your body whispers goodbye
Goodbye
What am I supposed to be in this devastation
How am I supposed to breathe in such desolation
Had you not been so diseased from contamination
Then you would not have become such abomination
The people they watch but far from me stay
Each one they saw what I brought this way
Unclean scars unholiest grime
Not your soul but body and mind
The young don't recall what you used to be
The old from your new all rise and flee
I depart the tomb where you lie
Again your body whispers goodbye
Goodbye
What am I supposed to be in this devastation
How am I supposed to breathe in such desolation
Had you not been so diseased from contamination
Then you would not have become such abomination
You're not the first to have suffered their crimes
Over so many piles the sickness climbs
Still now I try to remember the times
But all slips away it's all in decline
I push now ahead 'tis time to move on
I sing for you this funeral song
The sickness spreads but I survive
I leave and return your goodbye
Goodbye
What am I supposed to be in this devastation
How am I supposed to breathe in such desolation
Had you not been so diseased from contamination
Then you would not have become such abomination
But what else were you to do in your desperation
After you had been put through such humiliation
Had you not been so abused by their desecration
I would not have laid you down in isolation
You would not have become abomination