I look inside myself to try to find someone else someone who's willing to die so want you crying for help I know the blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will my grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed so let heaven be told some may come some may go where I'll end up I don't know I keep on asking the question will I be saved by confession you see this blood on my hand there's no region to heaven I got a pick up the pieces I got a bury them deep and when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see
