This undesirable feeling of being lost and twisted...
Twisted with wrench in my heart...

The voices that spoke to me
Spoken loud and messy...

What do we really know,
knowing tomorrow I maybe gone...

Jesus please show me where this anger comes from,
Anger that is deep inside...

I hear the whispers threw the field,
whispers of the dead...

Woodland heart beat in-beds me down,
trees moving with my buns upon the back...

Woods
This is my sanctuary...

Word Goodbye what does it mean,
Saying those words no one likes...

I feel myself drifting into this world,
World of desire...