The Gospel, According To...

I'm falling all to pieces, but no ones here/

I'm having dreams of dying, while others just blankly stare/

How empty can you heartless bastards be. I'm struggling, why can't you see?/

I'm a slave to the system, but my mind is free/

Yet I'm feeling hopeless, a little suicidal plus slightly worthless/

Females always smilin at me, who can I trust?/

I poke my heart out of it's soft shell and it gets crushed/

Most of them are thirsty, while only a few can truly love/

You were a silver dove, what a controversy/

All these female players make me angry, I'll fuckin bust/

Automatic weapons in my backpack, retaliation is a must/

I look to my future, my death is fate/

I asked God for help, but his reply was too late/

I finally spoke to him in heaven, outside the Golden Gate/

His look of disapproval, finally set me straight/

I'm all fucked up: I got a lot of problems, so don't you start/

Don't ask for mercy, because I don't have a heart/

So many bitches leave me mentally scarred, when will they learn/

When you kill the heart, the whole body burns/

Making my anger churn, losing total control, but it's of no concern/

Ashes to Ashes, one day we will all return/

Embrace your penance like a rosemary, 50 Hail Mary's and maybe you'll finally see-/

Exactly how these mental games affect me/

Don't you dare try to stop me, your lying ass is preaching blasphemy/

Knocking down your altar and shredding your gospels of insanity/

I'll be damned if these feelings take me, I'd rather shoot my brain and die free/

So I guess it's fuck the word, I'm a dying breed/