Bound by Your Choices

I was never born to break you. Wasn't made to feed your pain.

But every cry and every war you start keeps pulling me back in again.

They dress me up in shadows. Hung my name on every sin. The truth is,

I'd walk away today, if you'd let the healing begin. But I'm bound

by your anger, tethered to your hate. You curse me in the daylight,

then march into my gates. You say I made the fire, but you bring

the flame. And I can't quit this hellish work while you all

play the game. While you all play the game. You think I revel in your