WEST COMPLEX

WEST COMPLEX

Nightmares in my cell, layin’ on this cold cement
Whitewalls in my visions, sweat pours out as I scream and vent
My flesh rises up to this devil’s entrapment
Hated by the world, there’s no doubt that I’m God sent
Hatred – ya’, hatred in hatred out
God’s grace flows in and my heart pours out
No longer that monster that once consumed me
By grace through faith Jesus set me free
Surrounded by souls, their lost and their breakin’
I wrestle with God, are they worth savin’
Their bloods eternal, on my hands I’m condemned
As I stand in His presence would I plead or defend
We all know the verdict, guilty as charged
I’ve heard it twice before it left my loved ones scarred
They heard the lies and they read the papers
From the victims to the courts — I was the only faker.

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