We've made it this far but where's the progress
We preach about love
But we embody a darkness
The angels of gods stress
Can't even imagine what he thinks while he watches
Like please god don't let this be my last test
I'll change I swear
Like I ain't say that the last test
Like I didn't just clean my hands from my last mess
But if you hear me out dear lord I can promise

I'll bow down to you
I'll Give my heart and soul to you
You own my body but my mind
Father I condone to you
I'll lower my crown, I owe my thrown to you
If you accept me father
I'm coming home to you