Nothings sacred, the days are cheap. Truth is thin on the ground. Still our prophets are crucified. Nobody believes were stumbling. Its Friday but Sunday is coming.
I want to jump, I'm so scared. I want to swim, don't want to get wet. How do I get to You. What do I have to do?. . I want to pray, I need sleep. Don't want to sow, I just want to reap.