Pray
I make my skin crawl.
Soul yearning to pull itself
From this prison of flesh
To be with my God
Who can take away this feeling,
These desires that are wrong.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.
Hands outstretched to a Lord
Who I believe has forsaken me,
Has broken all ties and removed
His light from within me.
And I cry myself to sleep,
Wishing for the solace that death brings.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.
Soul breaking as he pushes me away,
Spits in my face, and calls me a faggot.
And I can’t hate him for we’re both
Trapped in a place that would rather us
Be cold in a grave than alive and
Dwelling in our own heaven.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.
Family’s lips coated in sugar do
Nothing to disguise the stench of
Death wafting from their tongues.
They have murdered many like me
And many like them will continue
Long after we both are dead
With no marks left on the world
To show that we were once human too.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.
And I do. My mouth builds me a car
And my minds drives me far away
From this place down a road that
I won’t look back on.
I have ran away from their dead god
And to mine that has always been with me.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.
My prayer is that my life not be in vain.
Let me, O Lord, sway the heart of that boy.
Let me allow him to love me when I cannot love myself.
Let me remove the burns left by the
Scalding tongues of my blood
And wash my body anew.
And Mama says I have to pray,
I have to pray
In the morning,
In the evening,
In the night,
Mama says I have to pray.