Pride

Lonely in a crowded room
I, too, feel the pressure of an ever-looming doom
"Open up to me," says the one without the wound
Oh, well I've been livin' backward, feel death inside the womb (death inside the womb)

Fall to my knees
For the Father
I wouldn't kneel
For any other
Oh well, just as well
Hell is just a short fall from Heaven
But who am I to know better?

Proverbs 10:12
"Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs."

I am still a child
Trapped inside my youth
I found solace in the hands of many men to bruise (to bruise)
Will I gеt my wings or be left down below?
Thе weight of pain is heavy, but it's my burden to hold (my burden to hold)

So I'll fall
To my knees
For the Father
I wouldn't kneel
For any other
Oh well, just as well
Hell is just a short fall from Heaven
But who am I to know better?