DRAFT... my computer keeps turning off (I fix it later)
Tie me to bed so they don't steal me again like the walking dead
If they hate it don't look
My souls the one that's shaking and shook
I'd rather burn in paradise them by any means of their device
All they do is slice my soul and tell me to let go
And I'm not even sure if he even know
They're afraid for him to turn the key
And what he will see
All the things they did to me
All the lies thru spoke to him
Just the same while pretending to be friend
It's a good thing I survive the pain
And my lord heals me when he send the rain
I keep saying but maybe if I even deserved it
Just praying for that pitch to give me that curved hit