The God Head

The things you do when you are down You only do when you are down I know this because I’m still around Thirsty but I’m no hound So please hound me not Or I will beg on you for all that you have forgot I was there when hope scraped her precious knees Attempting to keep it peacefully For broken men in need of thee And now you all question me It’s pointless Your infatuation, It blurs me not It’s still dark and hell is ever so hot I was you Now you don’t know who I am Like god I was you Now you don’t know who I am Like god Twenty-five and dying for change In an interlude of constant pain That’s a moment in time Constrained in vain Realized there was no tomorrow When Hope scraped her precious knees And the devil preferred her woven fleece Trying to keep it peacefully I’ve seen harlots lay a widow’s seed For broken men in winter pillars Seen fatherless children stained by rain But I adored the way that autumn came As venom escaped from her veins The things we do when we are down We do only because we are down I know this all because Tomorrow came and I was still around I was you Now you don’t know who I am Like god I was you Now you don’t know who I am Like god Hope scraped her precious knees Trying to keep it peacefully Seen harlots lay widows seed For broken men in a winter freeze Like God Hope scraped her precious knees Trying to keep it peacefully Seen harlots lay widows seed For broken men in a winter freeze Like God "Life you were so beautiful, I miss you"