You try to stay sane
While you hide the pain
The hate
Is what you try to rate
You can never escape your fate
When you arrive at the gate
When they ask about the mistakes you made
And the fines you've paid
If you can handle the truth
Like John W. Booth
About your life
Do not pick up the knife
Don't break your skin
Just write with this pen
You will win
This war of sin
For rest you lay
For the pain is here to stay
No one knows the pain I am hiding inside
In this million year ride
