I was alone on that river bank in Camden lock
Drunk and high i fucked up again and lost my job
I sat there and i cried thats the first time i prayed to god
Allah Jesus the flying spaghetti monster
Will anybody answer my prayers these nights are getting longer
This time of year my anxieties start setting in
Im losing this fight with these demons im wrestling
My bad side comes out and theres no reasoning or settling with him
Only arresting him and then the sentencing
Thats proberly the right course of action
No one remembers what provoked him they only remember his reaction
UNFINISHED