I'm a man of constant sorrow. I don't believe in love and I don't have faith. The few I still had, you burned it down. I only see black and white. I can't cry when someone dies. All I can think is the bills I have to pay, the orders I have to obey and the love I had to kill to move on. I'm not in your love poem. I'm the dead astronaut in space, the dead body in the deep sea, less than a grain of sand. I'll take your memory to the grave, it'll make my body hard to decompose and my spirit too angry and heavy to rise up to heaven. Otherwise, in hell, your face will keep my calm and maybe make me smile.
