God of the Frail

When the final whistle blows

I’ll be standing by the stairs and I

I’m ready to implode

Ready to dissolve

Then the curtain shall come down

People clap

I start to frown and you

So dark and insincere

Whisper in my ear

Live up

Scream out

Secret thoughts that drag you down

I don’t want to be a thorn in your side no more

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

That is all I’m asking for

Being happy when you’re poor

A simple thing to do

The hardest thing to say

Live up

Scream out

Secret thoughts that drag you down

I don’t want to be a thorn in your side no more

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

I pray to the God of the Frail

I’m on my way

I pray

For judgement day

For judgement day