Stuck کے بول

Lay your head down to rest as you ponder the thoughts of the life you had. There you stand with a gun at your side man of god with hell fire in your eyes. Tell me does fear walk within all your prayers as you try to keep from sin. Stuck inside an empty glass on my own all by myself. On my knees as if there's no tomorrow gather I'm wrong but what if I'm right? Search and find for your identity, now a war's been waged in the life you lead. Hell bent and bound to get a good look at truth. What a humble surprise to your fucked up youth. Lay yourself down to rest in your six foot treasure chest. Downward view there's a pain in my head of a piercing, pounding of words unsaid.