Tell me what good is saying that you're free, in a dark and stormy sea? Chained to your history you're surely sinking fast. You say that you know about the good lord in control. He's gonna bless and keep you tired in an oh so restless soul. But at the end of the day when every price has been paid, if you're gonna raise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold, well then won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die? You'll die like you're afraid to go.


ephemeraToday at 3:18 AM
I don't hate you, but we both know you're trolling.
That's cool and all, I don't mind being the metaphorical punching bag, but don't pretend it's anything else.