Deliver
I look and see my fear
It's coming, with shreking screams
The pain I feel inside is rushing though my chest
As I feel my heart beat, the blood is buring in my veins
Past my capilaries into the deepest part of my soul
Oh god, take the hand out of my cheast
Let the beating of my heart speak
Let the deepest part of my soul here your calming voice
Cool my buring blood, quiet the shrek
Speak to the pain, speak to the hurt
The screams come like a mother losing her child
Im losing of myself in the deepest part of my soul
Tormented by myself and the curleness of the world
Oh god please hear me,
Hear the screams
Hear my heart's beating, cool the buring
Take my fears
Oh god
Deliver me, with the beat of my heart
With the last breath in my cheast
Quiet the screams, quiet the shreks
Oh god deliver me
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