I put the flame to my skin,
Just to know to feel again.
Forgive me Father, for I will sin,
Fill the glass up to it's rim.
I joke and laugh to set aside,
The truth that I just want to die.
There's no hope, no reason why,
No words to form a sound reply.
The moon and stars, the plain above,
Contains no solace, joy or love.
On this rock, we work and strive,
Knowing that we can't survive.
Dear Heavenly Father, hear our cries,
Know that we poor few have tried.
We've sinned and sinned to set aside,
The truth that we don't want to die.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
I put the flame to my skin,
Just to know to feel again.
Forgive me Father, for I will sin,
Fill the glass up to it's rim.
I joke and laugh to set aside,
The truth that I just want to die.
There's no hope, no reason why,
No words to form a sound reply.
The moon and stars, the plain above,
Contains no solace, joy or love.
On this rock, we work and strive,
Knowing that we can't survive.
Dear Heavenly Father, hear our cries,
Know that we poor few have tried.
We've sinned and sinned to set aside,
The truth that we don't want to die.
