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My flesh is so weak, everyone can see. i call out for help but no one answers me.
My flesh been swolled up by this rage of darkness, because of my flesh people think im cold hearted. Its like temptation, my flesh is a bliss, its like fighting against the wind that leave you restless.
I wish i can go back to when it first started, that mean i will have to go back to being so heartless.

My flesh being through so much physical, emotional, and mental pain. Im being left for dead on hooks and a chain. And the only brake i can get, is if God let it rain, so i can wiggle and slitter out of the devil shame. My flesh been caught in this devil game, and yet God still love me the same, i ask him to develop my brian so i can maintame.

My flesh falls to its knees, seeking for God love so he can forgive in me.
My heart starts to beat, as blood run down my cheeks. A stream of blood starts to pour like a bloody war, next i hear a voice in a lions roar.

My flesh binded, it finally tore temptation tried to bring it back, and i just ignored.
My Flesh was controlled by me all along, because i wanted and didnt have a will that was so strong.
See the lion roar was the voice in me, and all this time i still was a beast.

Now look at my flesh may it rest in peace , im in controll now who can tame me.