Don’t move!
There’s something’s been sorta on my mind
and I’m afraid if I don’t let it out it’s gonna follow my spine
to my chest and rest there all heavy and.. well;
I’m gettin’ the feelin’ you forgot about hell.
Ah, sit back down
this ain’t that kinda talk.
I said sit down not get up and walk; cross the floor, out the door.
That’s better. Now hush.
This is all gonna come out in sort of a rush.
Eyes closed
now imagine you’re body in flames
Nah, I’m joking. Sit down, Mr. Hardcore. Mr. Jesse James.
It’s just a reminder I brought up for your sake
that hell is a real place. Don’t make no mistake.
But it’s here
on this earth where we’re walking around unaware that each breath
makes a staggerin’ sound
to Gods ears. Yeah he hears.
But I’m gettin’ off topic. By the way I got tickets to see Skillet.
Yeah, Mosh Pit!
But as I was saying before I sidetracked myself,
like it says in the Bible, there’s this place they call Hell
Who’s they? It’s some dudes who’ve been dead for so long that God’s words
got translated and some came out wrong.
See, hell is the word that they used for “the grave”;
it’s symbolic of death and you’re livin that way.
Like you’re dead. Got no Jesus in your heart or your mind and that’s false
cause *you* took *me* to church all those times.
But that fire and brimstone is the pit at the end where God tosses the
users, abusers, and false friends.
I don’t wanna end up there so it’s gotta get said
that we’ve both got some issues we ain’t put to bed.
Like those folks on the front pew last Sunday at church
when they looked at us sideways and then sorta smirked
cause we don’t wear their Tommy or Hollister jeans,
but it don’t mean we’re sinners. Fact, it don’t mean a thing.
Yeah, I know that it hurt you and that’s why you ducked out when they opened
the altar instead of helping me shout to our Lord for the good things he placed
in our week
like that night with that guy who came up on the street?
And you two talked for hours about life and his losses
and I wished I could smile like you did when he coughed up
that stuff that he spat on the street where he sleeps and you took him for
coffee and something to eat.
You showed love and compassion and I almost blew chunks cause he smelled like
old tires and that bag in your trunk;
with the socks and the sneakers from that skatepark trip when..
Wait I’m getting off topic. It won’t happen again.
See, I’m strong when you’re with me. You’re my partner and all.
You reach out a hand when I trip so I don’t fall.
And If you let some benchwarmers take God from your life then you’re gonna be
flappin’ cause I’m holding on tight and I
might not be perfect but I’m battlin’ back
and if these words sound familiar it’s cause you taught me that!
and that’s why I’m just hoping you’ll snap outta this and stop living this hell
because of two smirkin’ hypocrites
