Sometimes I sit back to think,
I get so caught up in my thoughts that I forget to blink,
The love you have for me puzzles me,
You sent your only Son to die just so I could be free,
Its hard to fathom such kind of grace,
I feel sad to know that despite all that my head is still in a mess,
I pray that you clear my mind,
Before I go entirely blind,
Blind to the things I need to see with spiritual eyes,
Because I'm now getting tired of all the seemingly real lies.

all my life i thought i was trying
i laughed just to keep from crying
looking back, i went down the wrong track

just more memories to dismember

i surrender

all the time that i spent just wasting
was only time i was facing
looking back, at every rock hard fact

only bad things that i remember

i surrender

Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. It's almost as though he's toying with me. He knows the way my body works. It's as though he finds pleasure in teasing me.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. He knows he has me and I've become submissive to his touch. So weak to his needs, only wanting to be everything he needs.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. Usually I have such control but he has me under his spell. Once again he has me wrapped around his little finger and he lets me know I am only his and his alone.

black ties
don't absorb sunlight
like their counterparts.
There are
instead
bullet holes.
and a man that can't breathe.

But this isn't simply
business casual.
It's a boost in morale
for hollow hearts
and the whipped counterparts.

My hands are free, my hands are free
Keep open eyes and remember me
And rage against this machine
that makes me seem
like I'm everything
they want me to be.