Jesus & Saviours

by Flea   Jul 5, 2004


Jesus, your meant to be our saviour,
If that's the case your lacking in skills
Your supposed to be here,
Every time one of us fall
Through out all strife and war
Screw you Jesus, your no saviour of mine.
I remember believing in you,
A long time ago
But then you turned around and stabbed me in the back,
No thanks to you my family is dead,
I live as an orphan, alone in my shelter.
My foster father raped me just the other day
And his wife hits me just to play
I could run away now,
But i know I'd be on my own, because you Jesus,
are so far from real.
Send me to Satan i don't care,
I'd rather be there then anywhere here.
At least in hell
I can come out of my shell
The devil will let me stay, let me dwell
And there i shall, dwell until my real saviour comes,
To claim me.

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