I am hanging  on by a thread
You don’t wanna know what I have did
You don’t wanna know what he did to me
Such innocence strip
So much I turn a blind to who “they” is
Such things I have done cause I never knew really what love was
I heard of boy in a crib that became a king by living for who he said
“The government will be on his shoulders”
And so I sit ...
Waiting ...
Resting ....
Soon he will call all of us to where he is
Soon they all will see what I have did
Soon they will see what you have done
There’s no where to run.
Son there's nothing new under the sun.