Exposition

Hold me down weight me down again tear me open Bend my back again Let me feed this instinct in me My thoughts are in two modes: A figure of faith or an eternal fiend nest in the hell inside my dreams "Defy Him or deliver me" Everyday we constantly battle The church feels more like a prison and my brother feels more like a stranger Praying gives me nothing My body is sick, my body is sick I leave this place to find my fix The heavy rain hitting my face This urge is growing Shelter and a place to hide is all that I can see I slip through the heavy wooden door I find my self at a bar with no company "Bring me what I need" A drink to calm this zealous leech The clock hand strikes twelve I'm torn open The barman points to the wooden door The glass I hold, slips to the floor Drunken words, a fight breaks out April 4th: His blood stains the ground I awake His glazed eyes stare back at me Oh my god, forgive me for what I have done