Texty: Disciple. Turmoil.

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They wrap me up for comfort
when behind my back they stab
little old man creeping up again
I'd like to smack him up side his head
I don't need you I don't care what you say takes me nowhere

pony wants to ride, supposed to ride him
eating from the cat bowl on the outside
looking in intoxicating fragrance
filling up my nose where it stops nobody knows

I beat my chest I beat my chest
words come out so easily
but I can't even show it
is a sin really sin when I don't even know it?

free set my heart free
break, break the chain that's over me

why do I do the things I don't want to
who will save me from this death
thanks be to God it's Jesus