Grind my bones into a paste
Still motivated or devastated by accusations
I need a hundred percent completion today or else
God here I go again please help,
Flesh wanting to punch objects
Restoration doesn’t hide in self-defeat
Tell that to the imaginary reflection I compete
Being content still a mysterious concept,
Sometimes I think Jesus thinks about me
Facepalm applied annoyed weeping or already wept
Preparing to separate me devotion contract not kept
There is no condemnation programming playing mentally PlayStation.
