Does God have me in his hand
when i land back in the sinking sand
counting the hours, all i think is how to get high
then crashing down like i were shot from the sky
Everyone hurts when im in the cloads
i break the promise that i have more than once vowed
The fog keeps me blind from the black cloads above
and numb to the ones who try to share thier love
So selfish i pray for the Lord to take me away
I dont have the guts to slide the blade the right way to end my stay
All these scars that have destracted pain from my soul and in my heart
that takes me away from the anger and saddness that is tearing me apart
the blade my friend, the bringer of relief
that only a small percentege of people could really ever understand
I wish i could explain to you the way it works on the cursed land