May 27, 2005 13:56
I've got a pocket full of devils and every reason to run
Saints swarm past my direction as the weight becomes a ton
All the John 3:16's and bible scriptures haven't the power to save at this time
Nothing but the fear in my direction blazing hotter than a NYC summer crime
I close my eyes and the number 666 reads across my brain
This makes me peel sweat and pray for Jesus to save again
I never known the true impact of heavenly bliss
Untill I'm out here hitting the skids wishing I had it's faithful kiss