Absent Minded
How come jesus never heard of a wretch like me?
Jesus come into your heart they say
but do they ever realise the wretch i am they never notice
holds the keys they want
the ones that unlocks Jesus's heart
I will never let him in
I will throw you all away since you hate me soo much
I will never love or be loved
I have soo many questions and reasons to ask them
but no one to trust
and all you sheeple
make me sick
Look at me dressed in suicide
drunk on love
and head spinning in the circles im walking
crying for me first before i cry for you
asking why jesus
why jesus
why would i let you into my heart
the wretch i am
the wretch I AM
Everyone knows you
mr popularity i guess
totally cool popular party guy or something
and i just throw you the mr goodlooking god away
who would never have me they say
cause im gay
cause i dont believe what they want
for being me they tell me
youd never love me
so why jesus why
why do i know soo much aboput me
but please mr saviour
they already know my eulogy here has nothing else to offer
other than the question for you to ponder
why did you not know of the wretch I am
why do i know of you and you not of me?
Why do i point the finger at you
the one who is soo succesfull and needing no help
why is it not you pointing the finger at people trying hard
and getting nowhere and treading water and drowning
and you
my saviour with all his sheep take aim with your preservers and save me
Hello!!!!
Here i am
right here
the wretch i am
with the keys to your saviours heart
if you want in you better know of the wretch i am
and im walking towards hells gates
im cryting im trying im blackmailed and dieing again
for something i dont believe
somethging i dont understand
something i dont feel
why do i know all about you
and you know nothing of me
Look at the wretch i am jesus
Why are they throwing me away
as i take the keys to your heart to hell
not knowing the fool god i am
not knowing what they will have to go through to be forgiven
why wont they stop me
why does society point at the success of what makes them happy
why wont anyone stop me or likeminded people
why wont anyone help me?
why do i always have to scream it?
why do you not know of the wretch i am?
I will never love anyomre
it hurts too much
I'll never ask another question the truth hurts too much
I'll never be creative i know were the inspiration comes from
I wont dream anymore only my nightmares come true
Jesus tell your people i have the keys to your heart
the heart they are trying to get to
and im walking towards hell
into the gates unless they stop me
Why
Why Jesus why
Why do they not know of the fool god i am
taking the keys to your heart into the fires of hell?
why do we point to the heavenl things that keep us going
but not the logical to help eachother survive?
why do we know of our saviour but not those he need to help?
do i need to start a chainletter of seven people you wish to help
and send it to seven random people
who chooose seven people they want to help
the wretches we are
and when you get enough votes when Jesus gets here
and stumbles onto my
non existant crime scene dear detectives
he will know where to begin
right here with me
with all of my complaints
look jesus
llok at me
look at all this hate and pain
look at me weep
look at me beg for oit to stop
look at the seven people i think need your help
somewhere to start
and here i am the fool god
on my way to hells gates
with the keys to your heart
here are a few wretches like me
they didnt care never tried to help me
but they need more than i could ever offer
since your so populkar Jesus
and part of aplan i dont care ti understand
I wont come back
i'll just leave
with these keys that dont mean spit anyway
cause if you were anything
anything at all
you would know all aboput the wretch i am
you would know all about the mess ive been
you would know all about the problems i need to fix
you would be here to help me
but your taken by the population who uses your name to throw me away
so im out im done
im on my way as your fool god with the keys to your heart
on my way to hells gate
and if you want to stop me
this metaphysical chess check
won't mean anything
cause the love they all say youre capble of must make you some
spiritual slease anyway
so i'll see you where we should be
where we need to be for me to accept you love
and then they can all hail me
with these keys to your heart
on my way to hell
to accept you if youre worthy
but who knows what my other powerfull suitors have to offer
my silly possible lover
Why are you cursed for me to know who you are
bvut youve never once thrown me a preserver in this storm
on this rocky boat
so i'm putting the keys to your heart in my back pocket going to hells gates to see my other suitor
and seeing if i can get my other object to crave
for i know im nothing more than a fools god
and no one is going to stop me
at least when im gone you will have a place to start the salvation of the wretched world
the nonexistant crimescen
and the wool im pulling off the wolf
Here jesus
all for you
a nonexistant crime scene
I'll be in hell with those keys
you'll be here healing those i hoped you might
getting all the credit
and with all ive said and done forgotten
i'll come back a wretch from hell
in love with you still
with the keys to your heart
and perhaps sent by satan and I'll still be in love with a manipulative husband from the underworld
Oh jesus
why dont you know who i am
the fool of gods
walking towards the gates of hell
and the world throws me away
why cant you see the wretch i am?
but do they ever realise the wretch i am they never notice
holds the keys they want
the ones that unlocks Jesus's heart
I will never let him in
I will throw you all away since you hate me soo much
I will never love or be loved
I have soo many questions and reasons to ask them
but no one to trust
and all you sheeple
make me sick
Look at me dressed in suicide
drunk on love
and head spinning in the circles im walking
crying for me first before i cry for you
asking why jesus
why jesus
why would i let you into my heart
the wretch i am
the wretch I AM
Everyone knows you
mr popularity i guess
totally cool popular party guy or something
and i just throw you the mr goodlooking god away
who would never have me they say
cause im gay
cause i dont believe what they want
for being me they tell me
youd never love me
so why jesus why
why do i know soo much aboput me
but please mr saviour
they already know my eulogy here has nothing else to offer
other than the question for you to ponder
why did you not know of the wretch I am
why do i know of you and you not of me?
Why do i point the finger at you
the one who is soo succesfull and needing no help
why is it not you pointing the finger at people trying hard
and getting nowhere and treading water and drowning
and you
my saviour with all his sheep take aim with your preservers and save me
Hello!!!!
Here i am
right here
the wretch i am
with the keys to your saviours heart
if you want in you better know of the wretch i am
and im walking towards hells gates
im cryting im trying im blackmailed and dieing again
for something i dont believe
somethging i dont understand
something i dont feel
why do i know all about you
and you know nothing of me
Look at the wretch i am jesus
Why are they throwing me away
as i take the keys to your heart to hell
not knowing the fool god i am
not knowing what they will have to go through to be forgiven
why wont they stop me
why does society point at the success of what makes them happy
why wont anyone stop me or likeminded people
why wont anyone help me?
why do i always have to scream it?
why do you not know of the wretch i am?
I will never love anyomre
it hurts too much
I'll never ask another question the truth hurts too much
I'll never be creative i know were the inspiration comes from
I wont dream anymore only my nightmares come true
Jesus tell your people i have the keys to your heart
the heart they are trying to get to
and im walking towards hell
into the gates unless they stop me
Why
Why Jesus why
Why do they not know of the fool god i am
taking the keys to your heart into the fires of hell?
why do we point to the heavenl things that keep us going
but not the logical to help eachother survive?
why do we know of our saviour but not those he need to help?
do i need to start a chainletter of seven people you wish to help
and send it to seven random people
who chooose seven people they want to help
the wretches we are
and when you get enough votes when Jesus gets here
and stumbles onto my
non existant crime scene dear detectives
he will know where to begin
right here with me
with all of my complaints
look jesus
llok at me
look at all this hate and pain
look at me weep
look at me beg for oit to stop
look at the seven people i think need your help
somewhere to start
and here i am the fool god
on my way to hells gates
with the keys to your heart
here are a few wretches like me
they didnt care never tried to help me
but they need more than i could ever offer
since your so populkar Jesus
and part of aplan i dont care ti understand
I wont come back
i'll just leave
with these keys that dont mean spit anyway
cause if you were anything
anything at all
you would know all aboput the wretch i am
you would know all about the mess ive been
you would know all about the problems i need to fix
you would be here to help me
but your taken by the population who uses your name to throw me away
so im out im done
im on my way as your fool god with the keys to your heart
on my way to hells gate
and if you want to stop me
this metaphysical chess check
won't mean anything
cause the love they all say youre capble of must make you some
spiritual slease anyway
so i'll see you where we should be
where we need to be for me to accept you love
and then they can all hail me
with these keys to your heart
on my way to hell
to accept you if youre worthy
but who knows what my other powerfull suitors have to offer
my silly possible lover
Why are you cursed for me to know who you are
bvut youve never once thrown me a preserver in this storm
on this rocky boat
so i'm putting the keys to your heart in my back pocket going to hells gates to see my other suitor
and seeing if i can get my other object to crave
for i know im nothing more than a fools god
and no one is going to stop me
at least when im gone you will have a place to start the salvation of the wretched world
the nonexistant crimescen
and the wool im pulling off the wolf
Here jesus
all for you
a nonexistant crime scene
I'll be in hell with those keys
you'll be here healing those i hoped you might
getting all the credit
and with all ive said and done forgotten
i'll come back a wretch from hell
in love with you still
with the keys to your heart
and perhaps sent by satan and I'll still be in love with a manipulative husband from the underworld
Oh jesus
why dont you know who i am
the fool of gods
walking towards the gates of hell
and the world throws me away
why cant you see the wretch i am?
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How come jesus never heard of a wretch like me?
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