By Juan Manuel
Take me to my creator those that say his name in vain
say he's our savior
though i question when i see humans behavior.
please do me a favor
and show me a waiver that he exist, mind is like a blur filled with mist don't resist when your time lies.
I don't feel real don't know how to heal my seals properly
would the man upstairs come?
If not i rather stay numb.
Give me drugs so i can kill my nerves this is something i deserve.
my wishes is to be in a hearse
can't belive i fell into a curse
Hell is not enough
the devil is calling out my bluffs
hand me my bong i can take one last puff
Life is tough.
My nose is stuffed with white magic
seen it so many times it's really tragic
put the gun to my head have it on automatic
pull the trigger my body is in sudden static
they say it's okat to decay
6Ft under my grave i really wish that i was saved
there's no point for you to pray
let this be a relay.
jesus ain't real put the pieces together and you'll see how i feel.