oh boy, a lie's a sin, but when we lie to ourselves
maybe that's where all the bad begins
I pulled apart my prayer and then I stared to the sky
Sunday morning came and then it died.
Man, I swear, I barely need a thing.
All I want from life is to be free.
When I empty it, my mind's in bliss
but it's not easy rolling through the struggles day to day
I'm calling out to ones sought out to be just like this
give away your things and come my way