Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
This is me reaching out for help. And this is me being ignored
Too many (why's) I've carved
Into my skin as if
The dripping blood could
Offer me an answer.
If I die before I learn to pray (prey),
Do you think (god) will have
A place for me?
Or in the ground am I to rot?
As the fireworks burst like a fresh cherry
In the back of a ford pickup on a hot summer night,
My thoughts (pierce) back into reality and
I chuck them out the window with all the other
Indian (givers).
July 4th, 2007
Into my skin as if
The dripping blood could
Offer me an answer.
If I die before I learn to pray (prey),
Do you think (god) will have
A place for me?
Or in the ground am I to rot?
As the fireworks burst like a fresh cherry
In the back of a ford pickup on a hot summer night,
My thoughts (pierce) back into reality and
I chuck them out the window with all the other
Indian (givers).
July 4th, 2007
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This is me reaching out for help. And this is me being ignored
This is me reaching out for help. And this is me being ignored
