Empty On the Inside

At times I feel like I'm Judas Who gave up and betrayed I feel like I'm trapped in a cage, Slaved and made ready for trade I feel like I'm raped and abused And all infected with aids Paralysed and standing on the blood stained Side of the blade At times I feel like words, Moments before they are erased Determined to mean something But deprived of praise, deserved No wonder I choose to put on a smile, While my soul dies inside We all wearing masks, And mine has a face called 'everything's aight' At times I feel like a carcass, Being sucked by flies More like an infant that cries After being circumsized And my nights? Are all filled with hatred My hearts' aching, I keep believing I might never make it I deserve to hang naked, On the balcony of hell With six pieces of my flesh, Locked up on a cell Because I'm still a sinner, I still drown in this mud of guilt But I'll never keep my eyes off the church Christ wants me to build