Theres enough pain to go around
Please dont spread your wealth
You see I suffer
from thoughts of saying goodbye
to you
my mom
and myself

Tragedy seems to be an underlying tone of sour notes.
Pitching and screeching dont
Please stop.
Hands are meant to mold the universe.
Not create train wrecks

But the passengers are me
Begging for a savior from above
To release their burdens and carry them into bluer skies.

You see, I couldnt wait for god
He never seemed to be present
I believe oh lordy lord do i believe.
But i also believe you left me.
Blood on MY HANDS
Curled in a ball DYING WHILE YOU LAUGH.
Ah Hahahaha.

I had to meet God today because that man was rejoiced by my father.
My father was saved.
By himself with a rope tie of joy.
I wished it was him.
I guess im hunting for revenge.

So, my f****** issue with you
Is really just an issue with me
Please stop.
Theres enough hurt to go around.