I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Get ready for it I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise I wish today it will rain all day Maybe that will kinda make the pain go away Trying to forgive you for abandoning me Praying but I think I'm

You love me for everything you hate me for I am the dirt you created And your whore But let me tell you something baby I am your sinner (And I can be your whore) So how can this be? You’re praying to me As I look in your eyes

Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights

Hard luck story It's a hard luck Don't ask me to love my neighbor Don't ask me to tip the waiter Don't ask me to pray to Jesus Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favors I won't lend a hand And if I had real power

There's a ribbon in the sky for our love Oh so long for this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Where a ribbon in the sky for our love If allowed may I touch your hand And if pleased may I once again So

Hey look ma, I made it If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me Are you ready for the sequel? Ain't you ready for the latest? In the garden of evil I'm gonna be the greatest In a golden cathedral I'll be praying for the faithless And if you lose,

You know I'm no good for ya Your love is louder than mine And you tuck me into the bed And I know that you've been praying for nirvana That Prosecco done got you feelin' like Rihanna Singin' stay, so I'll wait So you bend 'til you'll break And I'm no

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

But I refuse ‘Cause I don’t want to live like I don’t care I don’t want to say another empty prayer Oh, I refuse to Sit around and wait for someone else To do what God has called me to do myself Oh, I could choose not to move Sometimes I, I just want to