Buried Innocence

What do you know about being damn near homeless Struggling to reach tomorrow to find tomorrow is worthless This is a lyrical exercise in linguistic exasperation Where every sunrise spells ruination Cause what doesn't kill me only makes me wait longer Kneeling in prayer while being circled by vultures Listen as the vicar's words turn tedious As the callous coldness of the soul leaves me wishing I was churchless No amount of affirmation will erase the stains on my soul Too many tips and tears, through my scar garden I stroll A silent prayer to whiskey to whisk me away Another shot for suicided naivete I live in a world that makes hell feel dark Buried innocence like a tell tale heart.