it seams like i'm all alone no 1 can understand what i'm feeling/
so i talk to god with my hands gripped and i'm kneeling/ asking him whats the reason for all this pain that he's dealin/ and whats holdin me back from puting to work the weapon i'm wielding/
and whats the purpose of all these evil thoughts in my head/ of killin ppl and washing my hands in the blood that they've bled/
but not even all the bodies can add up to all the tears that ive shed/
or the things that ive said , at night taking the guilt to my bed/
it seamz like my vision is blinded/
but when i stray to far i look at my scar and soon i'm reminded/
of my murderous past/
seeing the bloodiest baths/
sometimes its hard to just sit back and laugh/
and let shit slide without somebody to slash/
but i'm a live what more can i ask?