"I said I'M ALRIGHT!"
I scream to the invading light prying through spaces in the blinds
It's my favorite lie, it keeps at bay the gazing eyes
But my problem isn't the substance in my veins; it's pride
Doze off but being choked awake by ghastly hands of apparitions
Good intentions but these bad actions made the phantoms indigenous
Mom leaves a prayer on my voicemail daily, she's mad religious
But how can such a wonderful savior love me when I'm masked with massive blemishes
Still finding escape in that vinyl player placed on the dresser
Digging through the crates but a Better Me was misplaced with my "Make Yourself" record
Calms my head a bit but when depression hits i start to question shit
Yelling back at the soundwaves "WHY?" when Switchfoot says I'm Meant to Live
Preacher preacher there's really no need to reason with my sin
You can call me a monster, tell me about my evilness within..
And your words can cut deep but can't reach that needle in my skin
"God works in mysterious ways?" No he works when it's convenient for him!
What a beautiful release, small damp cloth applied to keep the bleedin down
I've went 20 years without a savior, why the HELL would i need one now?
…..years have passed, i regress, a slow decline
Carried away by currents, at mercy to the ebb and flow of time
I drag my feet across the pavement, feeling like I'm being eyed by the pines
Being looked down on by the buildings, being hounded by the sky
The burning sun piggybacking me, reminds me it's half past noon
I wear these apparent holes in my soul, gaze fixated on my tattered shoes
There's a faint voice in my head, "I'll make you see what you couldn't before…"
Thought i was wandering aimlessly but look up to see two wooden doors
When i burst through them, every person turns to put eyes on me
Both pupils drowning in the tears, running to the voice I'm hearing finally
I drop to my knees at the altar "please purge me of my sins and this life i lead!
Guide me through my anxieties I lay my pride at your feet, Jesus Christ, my king.."
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