sometimes it is hard as hell laying down to sleep at nite
knowing good and damn well i am not living right
listening to the preacher warn me every sunday
that's gone be me in the coffin one day
on the outside looking in,
it's like were good kids
but take a look closer
and i'm no better than the next man
cause pornifaction and murder are equal in god's hand
so when i sleep with her might as well **** em in the back
don;t mean to sound cruel, just stating the facts
plus everytime i try to change, temptation gets stronger
but something's gotta give, i ain't got much longer
bottling my emotions up and drinking my life away
somtimes i wonder if god wants what's left of me
if grandad could only see me now
he probabally cry and ask how
i'm thankful for every breath,
still i fear the thought of death
what does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul
nothing, when the day comes and he's left out your fold
so when that day comes and my tale is told
i don't want be another story from the mind of a lost soul
