In the shadow of darkness praying to God heartless

In the shadow of darkness praying to God heartless

Oh lord I ＇ m having issues more deep than American missiles

Shooting commuter planes and filing em missions official

I ＇ ve hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs

From the scar I ＇ m a mess addressing pain in a bar I confess

＇ Cause all the rest just mar shit chest in a cast

Feeling urges just to test out a casket bless me I ＇ m blasphemous

Jesus pass the fifth I have to get lit

Masochist self I ＇ m only half of the health I was born with

But way far past the stars and the sky

I ＇ m blinding pain like I ＇ m a junkie shooting up with

Emotional novacaine I ＇ m floating provoking the angels to jump me

In Lehman ＇ s terms face been blurred even early

I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on but still

God help me I ＇ m having trouble with your master plan so

Will you help me save me God won ＇ t you tell me tell me

You see this dirty knife on the floor this chrome nine in my hand

These foul thoughts in my conscious constantly understand

See we taught to believe if you can touch it and see it it must

Be real so go believe it But I ＇ ve never seen Jesus

I ＇ ve never seen God so he ＇ s only a thesis

And I ＇ m questioning all these things in my time to depart

I know it ＇ s written suicide is giving hell and devils privilege

Only wicked heathens commit it sin of ages well f**k it bring it

Lately I ＇ ve been waking early mornings screaming

＂ Save me ＂ dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean hastening speed

So I ＇ m raising the barrel envisioning marrow

Splashed on the wall and polka dotting all my apparel

And maybe Ginsu blades through skin will slay

And split thin veins instead of loading clips that spray

And if I ＇ m meant to stay then I ＇ ll just pass through the gates

And fall a long way back to Earth so why don ＇ t you just

Will you help me save me God won ＇ t you tell me tell me

You can see the pain twist my face from a distance

The body ＇ s windows glistening red hot from all of the indo

Thinking of my next of kinfolk my mama

Opening doors crimson billows spread out on the pillows and floor

I gotta block it out I ＇ m set on knocking out

Lock and aim and I ＇ m dropping my frame quick when I pop in the brain

And if God ＇ s omnipotent will he slip in and change

And move the pistol so it shoots out of range and the lead whistles

Strictly for questioning give me life to the pain

Sickle shaped body bent in the middle so little

Kids who pass me harass me and giggle My figure ＇ s

Itching to touch on the answers Hard headed like

Exotic dancers ＇ n*****s picturing the bullets ripping the skin

On the mantle I ＇ m holding pull back and blow the wick

Right off the candle throw a kiss and told the world how to focus

So now take me take me)