SCREAMING OUT TO A GOD - Crim

Falling victim to the panic

Crank that 40 automatic

To my dome (To my dome)

I know I’m overly dramatic

Always falling into habits

On my own (On my own)

It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back

And a noose that’s dragging my neck

Maybe this is out of my hands

Never been religious much

But I’m screaming out to a God

And I’m hearing nothing at all

Maybe all of this is my fault

Brand new fans

Numbers are insane

Each and every day

Getting harder to complain

Knot inside my stomach when I’m walking on the stage

Seems that all I ever do is get in my own way but

I can’t keep blaming this sh! t on tough luck

Life hit me harder than a nunchuck

This little kids now a drunk fvck

All I’ll ever be is a fvck up

It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back

And a noose that’s dragging my neck

Maybe this is out of my hands

Never been religious much

But I’m screaming out to a God

And I’m hearing nothing at all

Maybe all of this is my fault

Wherever I go I’m surrounded by fog

I’m hoping it’s that as I block out the fact I see nothing at all

Or maybe the matter of fact is I’m actually blind

So maybe you’ll lend me your retinas and I could see colour just as you

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It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back

And a noose that’s dragging my neck

Maybe this is out of my hands

Never been religious much

But I’m screaming out to a God

And I’m hearing nothing at all

Maybe all of this is my fault