Lonely in a crowded room

I, too, feel the pressure of an ever-looming doom

"Open up to me," says the one without the wound

Oh, well I've been livin' backward, feel death inside the womb (death inside the womb)

Fall to my knees

For the Father

I wouldn't kneel

For any other

Oh well, just as well

Hell is just a short fall from Heaven

But who am I to know better?

Proverbs 10:12

"Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs."

I am still a child

Trapped inside my youth

I found solace in the hands of many men to bruise (to bruise)

Will I get my wings or be left down below?

The weight of pain is heavy, but it's my burden to hold (my burden to hold)

So I'll fall

To my knees

For the Father

I wouldn't kneel

For any other

Oh well, just as well

Hell is just a short fall from Heaven

But who am I to know better?