Let it spill:
Guts gushing all
over.
All in is lust
All in disgusts
All in is death
waiting to take me to bed.
My cup has bled
Beaten my head
And stolen life\'s worth away.
I cried to my God
I cried \"Oh my God\"
I cried and you never did came.
O SHAME!
O Shame to live that LIE!
O Shame to think that MY
My sweet oh Jesus could leave me by
To suffer and die, hung out to dry,
When everything\'s done Him the same.
You were there in the darkest moment,
You were there when I cried out and shout
You saw the lance I thrust at my own parts
Instead took pierced to your heart.
Hang me, I say
Hang me, I pray
Hang me!
What good can I do to those who love me
When freedom to me is the same as slavery?
I use and abuse all that\'s in me,
And handedly lose what means to be free.
Son, when will you see
It\'s me who hangs upon the tree?
Whose hands abused, stretch using their final breadth
To breathe
One final breath of life,
To fill your lungs
By one so suffocated by love
For you
So you could live
In me
Anew.