Full Of Grace

Faith, f**k your faith I have my ways, don't try and threaten and pressure me, it's the same stupid shit, that I see every single day. (The more I think about them - The more I want to get away) Tormented: A life of confusion. Demented: Your life is disillusioned. Expensive: For religion you pay. Defensive when I question your faith… “Dear Heavenly Father, I question if you exist… Why so much death in your name by f**king Lunatics? At what price does your god value life? For what religion should I go to war and fight?” (Tormented….) Why can't you realize we don't see eye to eye? Did you ever sit and think that maybe you're not right? - I'm Full of Grace (Tormented….) So Preach to me… Tell me who and what to be… Get on your knees, Here's god to please… How can one be so sure about divine spiritual faith? Just leave me alone I have my own way! - I'm Full of Grace Greed, f**k your Greed. You're the one planting the seed. No building, will ever house my beliefs. I think, What I want, what I want is relief. When I think about them with their violence as peace. I never thought so many could be sold…. On a Hope or on a Dream Death is coming…. Give me all your money… Death is coming…. Give me all your motherf**king money