My soul is smashed
And I sold it in a back room
To the tune,
Of a generic remake of Johnny Cash
I choke, on the blood I bleed
From staying on my knees,
Sending God pleas
No heart, in me to beat
I should've kept the receipt
For the soul, I sold, in deceit
For spoken words, I've never had a use
Conversation abuse
So they deem me obtuse
I should wash my mouth out with soap
For the few words escaping my throat
Keeping my thoughts protected by a mental moat
And I'll continue to choke
On this blood I bleed
Staying on my knees
Sending God pleas
My soul, will never return
But I don't have to wait, for hell, to burn


Can you hear me SCREAM?