Confessional

There's a secret on the tip of my toungue And it's burning the whole between my lungs There's no grace for what I have done But I must face what I've become Hiding six feet under has always been my way And though the honestly hurts the lying was worse Can't take this to the grave This is my confessional Of things that I have buried low This is my confessional Please will you redeem my soul Holy water on the tip of my toungue There's so much sin for just 21 Hear my penance and all I have done This self destructive war I've won I've come out from under To die another day And though the honestly hurts The crying was worse Now tell me I'll be saved This is my confessional Of things that I have buried low This is my confessional Please will you redeem my soul Throw stones if you want to (My confessional) Break bones if you want to (My confessional) The high horse of a good view (My confessional) I confess