As I walk a long road, difference between heaven and hell, put forth all my effort, only leaving a crack in the shell. As I look for a middle, does one not exist, a stroll with the devil, with all his dirty tricks.
Stuck now in my feelings, told they wasn't facts, on my back sits a demon, dont wanna be another stat. Now finding out all the reasons, was drowning it before, with misunderstood problems, I'll just give it to the Lord.
The black sheep was sacrificial, his oddness made him great, faith took the worst people, then turned them into saints. As I pray for my life back, being alone is hard, with this crack across my chest plate, should've turned the other card.
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