("Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil, cling to what is good." Romans 12:9)
I'm uneasy
I am nothing at all
All these feelings come
Crawling back into my own
The harsh reality of
Pain is drought
Mundane sanity
Is putting me off
I don't want to put names in caskets
Or speak a vengeful word
This music has one simple task
To express what hurts
It's a therapeutic rhythm and sound
My thoughts in verse
I know that it's selfish
And for what it's worth I'm Sorry
I am broken
Turning on repeat
The same old stories that
Infect paranoid routines
The meaning of my thought
Is lost on me
Forget what it is I'm
Supposed to believe
I don't want to put names in caskets
Or speak a vengeful word
This music has one simple task
To express what hurts
It's a therapeutic rhythm and sound
My thoughts in verse
I know that it's selfish
And for what it's worth I'm Sorry
