There is this key hole, let me look straight at it, to a healthier place.
God’s watching, through a pair of binoculars
At this drug.
You cut me off on the freeway,
a long time ago.
A long time ago I was spying for temptation,
Looking into someone’s heart, that keyhole.
Courage, creation, speak.
What sick man invented this?
No, I don’t want the usual,
But I’m chopped down of my own
Uncertainty.

Have you fallen from grace?
Come along side, turn to me, let me be your secret.
You know what I’m saying?
Your asking, but the devil of me stared at you.
Infected by feeling better,
I don’t know you.
I flicked you off.
A rainy night I turned to you,
I’m dying by the earthquake speaking.
Looking into someone’s heart, no courage came along.
Your not my number one to turn to,
So how can I walk out
Feeling better.