I try to do it quietly
not a whisper, more like a shock
try to disorganize neatly
what to keep and what to block

I'd shout like that old fly
in that window and wait
wait for a finger to squeeze
or will hesitate?

shout 
there aint no logic, there aint no plain
no roads you can travel free form pain
I'm only shoulder i'm only a kiss
good for confort and cool for the diss

the lord is my mom she's my save
I'm her troubled boy unto the grave
I pretend she's blessing, blessing me
hope she'll save me from this misery