I’m sick and tired of being tossed into the land of the lost
Everybody wants to be the boss, but ain’t paying the cost
I feel trapped in a mousetrap. Stuck in a spot
Where I can give it all I’ve got and not still get a drop
Of recognition. Should I listen to the voices inside
My cerebellum. Or should I tell them to be quiet and hide
Someone’s coming. Now I’m running to the dark up ahead
My heart’s beating in my chest, but it feels like I’m dead
I’m still scared to go to church. I need to pray for my sins
Steady knocking on the door, but God won’t let me in
Then again, it could be the devil that’s keeping a rebel
From talking to Jehovah. I guess my prayer is over…
