It's dream day!
A Sunday before the **** your mind holiday,
A time when the sun doesn't shine no rays,
Faith is a march for worry and pain,
It's the smallest grain,
In all the grains of sand.

When the lights flashed red,
I was stuck inside my bed,
The sheets were turning black and blue,
Guessing I can't do Jack-squat.

If you understand what I'm going though,
Raise your arms and hail Mary,
I pray to nothing above,
I still pray that I'll be saved.

Although I cannot believe,
I really want it to be true,
That I can repent for all the sins,
And pray to God,
Come save my soul.

Maybe, I'd be a better person,
Or just so maybe I'd be losing my mind.