I found my soul in the early morning, between a temple and a paper bag
I count my blessings with a calculator and all the things I never had

As I walk through that darkened valley, the one of the shadow of death
I’m finding out it can be quite lonely and yeah I think I lost myself

 Woah, woah, seeing things I never before
Woah, woah, and now I know I just want more

Cause I’m wearing a western crown, come on poverty bow down,
Make my shiny shoes for a penny a day and I’ll walk right over you

Shake your cross at the moral vampire, let him know who’s boss
But what kind of image in your mirror and was the stake meant for us?

Can’t have myself feeling guilty,
Distract myself with the plenty
‘Cause even with Christ I can be empty

(c) Alpha Tide 2017

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