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
So stuck in your human ideals
Your sickness has been ignored
For
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
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