My words fill the weak
With my lies.
They hang on every word
Spilled from my sinful lips.
Why would they trust me?
Maybe for a sense of justice
Or for false hope?
Looking up to me
Like I'm a demi-god
But I could never compare
To their almighty God.
The hypocrites of the choir
Filled with unjustified pride
Starting with unnecessary singing
To lynching of the homosexual,
Though I am no better
Than the liars of [here].
My eyes are open,
But I don't see them.
My ears are open,
But I can't and won't here them.
I am no man
But a coward,
A ghost,
An empty shell.
I lost my redemption
Long before my beginning
But my time is coming to an end
So farewell cruel world,
I will see you in the morning
But for now I shall cry
As I wrap my arms around him
For I am in the wrong.
