I'm sorry mom I hope that praying starts paying off.
Holy schizophrenic sinners, pigs headfirst in the trough.
They can't string up a dead man dying free.
To forgive is to set a prisoner free,
But I discovered that prisoner was me.
They locked me up and threw away the key.
Make them go away -
All the leeches in my brain.
I feel them tugging at the strings,
and singing songs inside my veins.
I've been locked inside for so long.
'Cause motherfucker, I die with grace!
Front and center with gods spit on your face!
I am a lone lifer.
'Cause motherfucker, I die with grace.
Let me count the ways I tried to die today..
Oh, sweet angel, find father justice.
And tell him I'm not okay, for fuck's sake.
Drilling in your holy slogans,
Welcome to the city of oblivion.
Where it doesn't matter if you have
an opinion,
C'mon, C'mon, let's take our medicine.
Don't tell me your troubles, 'cause we all had it rough.
I am the adapter.
A bipolar master actor.
You will feel my rapture.
They tell me I am the lone lifer.
Stay out of my head,
I won't take your medicine.
'Cause I will die with grace.
