The place I lay is wherst I weep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
Her hair floods down her back in tendrils, sleek.
Her evil essence is suffocating, leading me back to where her blood seeps.
Can God save me now?
On my knees, I pledge a vow.
Addiction is a ***** nasty thing.
This admiration is just that, there is nothing more it means.
To her and from her I run and cry,
Desperate for hatred, but animosity is nigh.
No; she's wicked and such a lie,
but still when she looks at me that way I can't help but sigh.
Can God save me now?
Or from his grace have I fell?
On my knees I beg, I plead.
I pray to her my soul to keep.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:45 AM UTC
The place I lay is wherst I weep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
Her hair floods down her back in tendrils, sleek.
Her evil essence is suffocating, leading me back to where her blood seeps.
Can God save me now?
On my knees, I pledge a vow.
Addiction is a ***** nasty thing.
This admiration is just that, there is nothing more it means.
To her and from her I run and cry,
Desperate for hatred, but animosity is nigh.
No; she's wicked and such a lie,
but still when she looks at me that way I can't help but sigh.
Can God save me now?
Or from his grace have I fell?
On my knees I beg, I plead.
I pray to her my soul to keep.