Turmoil

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 --- Turmoil - Disciple