Reprieve

Is there a place up in heaven, where they store the worlds debris?

I swear I’m not a wicked person

Is there a wasteland for me?

Am I scared?

I’m fucking terrified

These thoughts eat me alive

(From the inside)

Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?

Seeking shelter from their demons

Trading shame for amnesty

Am I scared?

I’m fucking terrified

These thoughts eat me alive

From the inside

I am a liar

I am a sinner

I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made

I’m reminded of it every single day

(I am the snake

I am the snare who’s beats of my own heart’s

What kept me marching

With no legs to get me there)

We’re all liars

Living sinners

Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made

It won’t define me in any way