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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