State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext.
Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court.
And the signs are passing, grip the wheel, can’t read it.
Sacrifice receiving the smell that’s on my hands.
And I listen for the voice inside my head?
Nothing, I’ll do this one myself.
Lay her down as a priest does, should the Lord be accounting?
Will it be in my honor, make it pain, painfully quick?
Promises are whispered in the age of darkness,
Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end!
And the barrel shakes aimed directly at my head.
Oh, help me, help me from myself!!!
And I listen from both sides of a friend.
Nothing? I’ll do this one myself!
Myself…
….myself.
Hey, na na na na, hey that’s something.
Hey, na na na na, hey that’s something,
Hey, na na na na, hey that’s something!!
Wanna back away from it all.
And I listen for the voice inside my head!
Nothing?? I’ll do this one myself!!
Oh and the barrel waits, trigger shakes,
Aimed right at my head!!??
Won’t you help me!?
Help me from myself!!
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