every day they take
apart of me like tokens
a peice of gold for them
to fit inside the slot
ive been broken since the day
they placed me in this spot
ive always
been beside my god
but im thinkin i might hope
for another guide
cause this light seems lost
darkness all i got
every day jotting black
till im bleeding out a shop
where you buy ghastful shots
drinkin up the spirit slop
thinkin i might hear alot
but really their all here
to stop my heart
and i fear that
i wont meet jesus
that ill be left
an understatement
dead just by
the beatings in the dark