Blind to See

I see the light but I'm blind to see if it's divine or I'm right to be suspicious.

I got snakes in my bed and I might be superstitious.

If it's fate then why does it take like it's malicious?

Messiah on my plate and it taste delicious.

My desire is faced with its limits.

There's no place with space to grow in minutes.

My faith will show as I pray to those saints and spirits. "Grace My lyrics"