Print the paper lay me down with constant labor, mock me it's all cool take me as a fool , give me your one way rule, think I'm a tool ok so what does that make you. Is it true that darkness inside of you perhaps a miss identification led by this lost nation, where is your moment of sensation , gone like the wind equal to sin, nothing more than a thin layer of a place you send your mind that keeps your trap with no doors to escape don't seal yourself in a false fate.

With God it's never to late , don't put a date on, The day he changes you just wate and your life will no longer seem like a debate instead a fulfillment and peace will blow all else out till it can't relate, just set your self on that state of mind and He will keep you content all the time