Through my failure and Suffering I was Molded to believe God Would fix it. Give me his polished clean hands and allow Himself to get dirty with Mortal blood In some heart sickening Way i was relieved Finding my own footing To walk around in Madness that grew This god silence to the Begging and kneeling Of hours Lying through my teeth My tongue started To feel heavier Once i stopped and let The members paint me As they wished God didn't hold much Bad memories I bathe in original sin Leave me to the hounds It all hurts too good My mind told me i was my Own god to fear
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