Screw Up.
When’s the last time you saw me screw it up in public?
I’m just an ordained miniscule minded defect.
Don’t let your useless chatter swallow you hole.
Without me watching the rocks cry out in protest.
It’s no contest, you’re just a conquest.
I will have conquered and have seen you’re gentle reflex.
But don’t believe me a jaded beast sings.
Living or breathing in the vain of broken feelings.
Just a statistic in a masochistic body.
O death you have me now like you had me last summer but I wasn’t givin’ out.
O life you sting like hell either that or hell is broken or that’s my misunderstanding.
Naive we speak like litter ruining the ground like a cadaver is a quitter.
Naive we live and learn so we’re gonna go to heaven or in hell we’re gonna burn.
Life spring up, for I am just a desperate sinner.
O Jesus, I am desperate for a Savior.
