Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...

Is there an angel on my shoulder?
One that's keeping me alive...

"GRIT"
This is not something you wish to chew...

Why is that the things I write
start with a simple thought...

Do not fear the reaper
But be advised he comes...

Take me away from this place
Abduct me from myself...

A god for every action
A god for every deed...

Confused and poisoned thoughts to begin
Uneducated words of minds twisting within...

If we are made in his image
Why is it we're all flawed...

A pure coincidence of chance
To be sat there in that room...

I once had control of it
I used to gauge it perfectly...

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the show...