Pray before I drift into sleep Salvation is a gift and a curse Knees down on the steps of the church Hell bound as I step through the earth Old foes begging for redemption Lost souls scratching at a stained glass Window where the priest plays touch with the young souls singing about happy days Cold hands clutching on a lifeline Hung by a man that preaches from a page Given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reason You and I don't feel obliged, oh good lord Maybe I'm going to hell, yeah Maybe you're going to hell, yeah For all our wicked crimes But if we're already going to hell, yeah Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified Pray before I drift into sleep Salvation is a gift and a curse Knees down on the steps of the church Hell bound as I step through the earth Salesman pitching from a soapbox Look at you pushing all your sons and your daughters Like lambs to the slaughter Keep feeding that book of revelations If forgiveness is only for the privileged Does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner Who's praying to the sky Keep looking for a chance of salvation You and I don't feel obliged, oh good lord Maybe I'm going to hell, yeah Maybe you're going to hell, yeah For all our wicked crimes But if we're already going to hell, yeah Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified Stoned and crucified Letter to my heavenly father Would you worry about me drowning or just walking on water Always felt that you would *** me before I nearly departed Love you dearly but despair's all I feel when I fraud the career The weary world is by but it was broken by preachers Paid my offerings but officers was living like leeches I'm feeling lost in it Church by my apartment is the smokers hangout Behind my building is the dealer's crib, they smoke and hang out I go to school with all the dealer's kids, they lowkey banged out They know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open they mouth I thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your house But all I see is lies lying on my grandmama couch You made a king about asylum and I see you disregard the sins But what about the Sodom and Gomorrah, *** it's hopelessness and pride I hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mind But hell is hot and if that's all you got I'll take my side Maybe you're going to hell, yeah For all our wicked crimes And if we're already going to hell, yeah Hell we might as well get Stoned and crucified Stoned and crucified