Spiritual Death

You claim that you are a friend of mine, but inside of your body, I find no peace of mind You possess no hapiness so you seek to take a piece of mine I may be locked in your jail but I'll be released in time I was conceived in your womb of hurt and it made me insane in my birth But even when Satan uses me for his work, God helps me to maintain through your curse It's painful for me to believe that the only time that life has worth is when life goes back into the earth When I'm sick and tired, I want to sleep and rest in that belief Because if I die painfully, I'd rather enjoy that stress than your relief Even though my family may be accompanied by grief, I hope that God will shine light on pain being my heart and mind's chief And I hope that He'll forgive me for falling into your hellhole's depth But I believe that He knows that while your demons controlled me, my spiritual freedom cried for help And when the time comes when tomorrow denies me breath, I want you to know that death is in your grave because when you buried me, I died inside of myself