Buzzcut to cut the buzz I dose
Cut ties with the side I delight
I cut my hair so they won’t stare
Giving into the plans of the Vendetta
Take the pain of VEIN and change the name

God is not the one at fault
For the world’s fallen parts
Satan said I am a hostile rebel
When really the fault is the devil’s
He ought to have know he was mistaken
To mess with the kin in the making
For whenever I doubt or question
I can know God is not done with the quest I’m in

They say I’m introspective—to a fault
And they say I got a lot to say
But I’m not sure I quite know what’s at bay
Like there’s more I feel that’s delayed
And I’m afraid of the decay if it comes out
If it comes out, it would be my fault
I’ve been making my own cult
And if they go down, it’s my toll
Cursed with the smarts to carry it all
But is it wise if it’s their demise?
Is it wisdom to have this freedom?
Is it beyond boundaries to feel contaminated?
Is it wrong to feel so gone?
Look, I’ve stepped out in a world that can’t go out on a branch
But that doesn’t seem to make a change or give me a chance
Why must these things be published, if it tips them over their brink?
Is it all just some *******—all these things I have to think?
Why is there always doubt within my creativity?
Does it reflect me?
Is it terrifying to speak freely, to God and Him back to me?
Or is it these tricky schemes, playing me?
How does all this doubt advocate the pearly gates?
How will anyone enter in at this rate?
Can it be applicable to their plate?
Can my belt help with the cards they’ve been dealt?
Or am I a fool to stand up on a stool?
Is it a rule in us to try to be cool?
Using tools we forge to scourge our duel
And I can’t tell if this war is actual
Because I can’t feel what’s factual
Or that I’m going back to the walls

Am I a martyr for the Father?
A piece of flesh to show what’s best
Tethered to this to show the better
And though I’m dying, I come alive
As I am trying, for you to realize
To take your weather and learn my breakers
That our God is greater
Than all I could ever prove
So I will move aside
To demonstrate our Savior

These thoughts aren’t worth nothing
These thoughts aren’t worth shunning
My mom and dad, and me they had
I *** born with this heart and mind
So these thoughts are worth trying
Grind them between my teeth until I die
Might as well, who am I?

Shall grace abound even more with every door?
Is it my choice to be this poor, or deep down in lore?
It’s like before, I scorn, so am I called to a deeper core?

There’s a lot more where this all came from
But be warned of what is to come
If you see a light, well I still see a gun
But I guess this thing has already begun
I’m not sure what to let you see
What goes where and which lines to keep