fire & brimstone burn the soul of a child. wild eyes of demons staring into the bedroom window while now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep as I can not sleep. for the sinners And the winners the different the indifferent are being crucified in my head My body's full of church cooked dinners My ears ring, ring of choir tenors as I sweat and chill in endless tremors and a cross above my head
and I am only six or nine the whole of all is mine all mine everyone's my cross to bear as I lie and toss and pull my hair I'm tired and worn and scared
As I lie and fret and cry I do not, can not understand why why? why? why? why is it ? that God is love and hate is pulpit
God is love hate your neighbor God is love burn the traitor God is love but listen to me God is love but don't be free What ever happened to GOD IS LOVE..
and I am twelve or thirty one fighting battles never won I still won't sleep can't sleep at night trying to find a dimly lit light
And I see you there using God's name . your hate is the real blasphemy game tearing my soul never be whole God hates fags God hates you You're not like me God hates you too God hates blacks God hates jews If you're not like me God hates you too What ever happened to God is Love........
