Stolen Soul

The darkest part of my heart

Is the hardest part of my art

I’m startin’ to guard my scars, like I’d be fallin’ apart,

If you spied me.

A martyr I’m not, but a demon I might be,

With all these murderous thoughts, it’s seemin’ more likely.

Should have seen it in the earliest spots, now they’re teasin’ me nightly,

Haunted by these lies my eyes see inside me.

Can’t relieve my mind’s frights or leave ‘em behind me.

Just like these fiends that bind me.

If you knew the truth, you’d probably refuse to look at me,

So many sins got their hooks in me,

I’m cookin’ meat already, like Lucifer’s standin’ right here bookin’ me.

And the crook in me is shook, hopin’ that he’s overlookin’ me.

But look at me:

I’m barely breathin’,

Every prayer is wheezin’,

I swear I’m leavin’,

I’m scared of bein’ where I believe I’m speedin’,

But I still don’t care enough to adjust and leave these demons.

 

Now I’m layin’ on my deathbed,

Family all around me, waitin’ for that final breath.

All talkin’ about final rest,

All I can think about is the trial next,

I’ve flipped through the Bible tryna find a text

That might arrest the spread of this fear in my chest,

Son insisting’ I’m blessed.

But he’s missin’ the rest of the story,

He can’t attest to the gory

Mess I made, I’m less than a whore,

I’m not destined for glory, I’m sure.

A life of sin can’t be undone by one confession,

Never questioned the ten tons of indiscretions,

Never shunned the run of rampant transgressions,

Never tried to dampen my aggression,

Now I have a fragment of a fragment of a chance at heaven.

But death beckons,

I don’t have anymore time to learn my lesson,

Stressin’s no good, it’s time to be reckoned,

Final breath escapes, headin’ to face my fate.

 

“This heart isn’t mine! This soul isn’t mine!”

A weak defense designed by a guilty mind.

I’m filthy, tryna hide these crimes with silky lies,

But the judge isn’t buyin’ it.

He sees through me,

Knows the true me,

Like he’s been watchin’ my whole life like Truman in that movie,

And there’s no new me,

Just the same old livin’ in the past, sinnin’ when it moves me, but . . .

This heart isn’t mine, this soul isn’t mine,

And thank God ‘cause mine are broken and soakin’ in grime,

My openin’ lines damn me, but there’s hope in his eyes,

I realize the words spoken aren’t mine.

I’m heartbroken as I listen to the story woven,

Knowin’ that it’s stolen from a better man,

Knowin’ that I’m owin’ for the oceans of sins that should never stand,

I never planned to see heaven's land.

I always figured hell’s fires would swallow me whole.

Now I’ve been forgiven because of a stolen soul.