Letras
I volunteered for the tension
I'm already sick, get the pension
I need to retire from this life shit
My body's a temple, need to repent
Taking all these signs, I been in-debt
Never pay it back, but I'm all set
How much more do I need this
High in sycamore, I'm Zacchaeus
Call me out the trees, need forgiveness
Get up, pass out, I'm anemic
Hang myself, will we be even?
Born just to fail, do I believe him?
How the hell, do I succeed then?
Where's my soul do you need it?
Did we mess it up? Evicted eden
Draw some blood, am I clean again?
Constantly ashamed, am I at fault?
Can you show me grace? Aren't we all salt
I don't want to be the one want to be the one
Left alone with no-one in his home, no-one in his home
Paradise, with all the ones to spite, all the ones despise
Lost sight, I'm only human, is this cruel then