love is an adjective
I can't keep holding on to a description
Every night I find myself
like an old pair of shoes
plenty of miles to my back
but this comfort, I just can't throw away

In a mans heart
he finds what is soothing
The Lord's will, whether seek or destroy
And Satan he's a smart one
conforming never seemed so much like peace
Yes Jesus, you're my right one
Just so worm out from the gnashing of my teeth.


Just so tired of being wrong
As hell awaits I seek preparation
In every dark crevice of the night
The moon finds me in a parking lot
empty yet full of lies
I feel I'm getting lost in the transfer
I see the world as currency
though we often feel like Benjamin Franklin
In the end we're all just used dollar bills
Will I stand and fight
Or just pray to end my flee
Do i own my salvation
Or have I cheated my own entrance fee?