I can't contain wish I could
I'll just re-strain and say I should
Went to church on Friday night
No one came until Sunday light
Bless me father for I have sinned
I can't believe I'll fry for this

My skin always in need of something, Somewhere down on my knees begging for a sweet release of heavens love and gods approval

This anger is wild and has no end
There is no peace for what I've done
For in silence of me no bliss
Forgive me father
I can't believe ill fry for this
Search for others so I become
Have used again  And so it goes on