Inhale...
Exhale...

I imagine me with a cigarette
sipping that juicy-sour- scorching smoke
like arrows of death
To relieve the pain I'm causing to my heart, everytime I..
Inhale...

This polluted oxygen, like words of angry souls from those who claim, to be transformed by Christ

Uttering with void, the gospel that is meant to set free the souls of men,
I'm bound, by the words which could carry life.
Entangled by the opposite of the truth like a rope around Judas' neck
Piercing my heart to bleed
like arrows of death

They say; I'm free
But...