hit and miss

Do you not under stand this is the end
When the blood red stains will rise
Unwilling to compromise his life
This is how you're saved again

When you're left all alone
With a suitcase full of fear
Sickness molds onto faith
Pray for this is no game

Ride on the back of his gracious wings
Shoot me in the back for this evil brings
Give me what I deserve
Death is what I have learned
For death is what I have earned

(not finshed with it yet)