I let go cause you always were spinning backwards
How's a child to know that your truths were lies.
And now it seems i've been deemed "The backslide prodigal son".
But i don't mind cause you're nothing but a higher gun.
Truth be told from the Lord that i never received a damn thing.
No blessings, no miracles, promises and the second coming never came.
You may say Bless for me, but how can you see when your eyes are blinded by faith.
The substance of truth, your hope for when it feels a little fake.
Now, i guess i burn in a lake of fire.
Burn in a lake of fire Burn in a lake of fire