revolt towards corruption, towards pain.
flee existance, flee sanity.
yeah towar
well, i don't wanna live, but i don't wanna die.
bearing
you've punished me with imagination and fear.
you've inspired me throughout
Death is part of this pail second
Reacting in chaos with
I hate what you've done to me
I hate what I
the practice of godliness.
there are many ways you can adjust
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!
never ask me
2, 3, 4, go!
i can't ever experience, anything like this
we all call for change.
it becomes automatic.
your wasting my time
oh yeah! go!
thank you Jesus for giving me such a
I'm justified, I'm sanctified in you
I'm nothing less
Torn apart inside
gurgling, gasping for air.
i need the breath of life.
the breath
who needs God when you're like me?
i'm driving off a
did you see it?
could you sense the tension?
thickness was building,
yet
i'll tell, tell ya when we get there.
i got a
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