You know, you could be anyone.
God forgive your unborn sons.
I hope they don't end up like me.
I drag my mind through streets of shame.
Lay myself, forgive the game,
that's how we deal with boys like me.
But despite what you've been told,
I once had a soul
left somewhere behind,
a former friend of mine.
But I guess by now it's half past late, and I only came here for escape, and you, you're just my next mistake, like me to you...you know you could be anyone, god forgive your unborn sons, I hope they don't end up like me.
Well, I guess for this world so sick with loss
& your service is so free of cost
I should climb down off my rugged cross
& lay with you
but you know, by now it's half past late
& I only came here for escape
You you're just my next mistake
Like me to you