God reached out but I stuck my head in the sand
For that I was exiled from the promised land
I woke up one day with nothing but my noggin
All the things I once cared about were gone and forgotten
All the silver, all the gold, all the diamonds, all the riches
All the glory, all the fame, all the power, all the *******
Son hell’s no place, it’s a state in which I live in
Hell’s in my mind, and it’s the worst of all prisons
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
God reached out but I stuck my head in the sand
For that I was exiled from the promised land
I woke up one day with nothing but my noggin
All the things I once cared about were gone and forgotten
All the silver, all the gold, all the diamonds, all the riches
All the glory, all the fame, all the power, all the *******
Son hell’s no place, it’s a state in which I live in
Hell’s in my mind, and it’s the worst of all prisons
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