Pray For

Pray for your daughter, pray for you son
Pray for your daughter, could be a gun
Pray for your mother, pray for your dad
Could be a madman, could be your friend
In unison with a cold win, feeling darkness under my skin
I’m killing myself fighting my sins
Cannot resist them, them gonna win
My thoughts are trees, I’m in the fog
I’m prowling slowly, ama like a dog
I see a shelter and a column of smoke
The path I’ve chosen leads to the morgue
Pray for your daughter, pray for your son
Pray for your mother, pray for your dad
Dead
My thoughts are trees, I’m in the fog
I’m prowling slowly, ama like a dog
I see a shelter and a column of smoke
The path I’ve chosen leads to the morgue
Im not scared, there’s no dread
I’m not in fear, already dead
You may not believe the words I’ve said
But only I know what’s hidden in my head