from January to December
it feels like winter to me
but i can still see
the key
in my hand
and where i should stand
in this land
of human
thoughts
and faults
caught up with Christ
yeah the reason for my life
yeah see the blood on the knife
or the flood toxins from my liver
as i shiver in the cold
God bless my soul
and this journey
yeah until my will see a gurney
or my body sees a casket
because no i'm not plastic
i'm very much real
yeah if you touch me i will feel
but weapons do kill like steel
so i must be...
careful...
in the journey
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