Sunday never opened
• Written by Slowpoke_Villa
Slowpoke_Villa's Notes
This is pretty personal for me, the last part didn't exactly happen to me like how I wrote it but everything in this song has happened but written in a different way for this song. I also don't mean to offend anyone I'm jus simply stating my point of view and not trying to trash anyone else's views
Verse 1 0:1-0:39
I believe in the lord as much as you do
But you know my past so you don't think it's true
You stare and your daggers tear deep
Like this is operation you see what's inside
Take out what you decide is what should be denied
You judge me and try to take my pride
Your daggers of hate cut deep but I got crocodile skin
Call me kevlar cause I'm bulletproof
You might not think it but God protects me from your hate
Or I like to think sometimes I can't stop and hesitate
Does he really not love all who are not straight
If true why do we bow down and celebrate
Thoughts like these cause massive debates
When I die who will open the gates
I try to be positive but your words cloud my thoughts
Will my pride hand me consequences
I may never know cause sunday never opened
Verse 2 0:40-1:20
Who will be there to save my soul
I slave away to worship that is my goal
I pray so much man I need knee pads
Knees bleed so much someone handed me a pad
If only you could see verbal abuse
Damn I'd be more beat around than the bush
I'd be more beat than some hamburger meat
Or some other kind of meat but we don't speak of that
We in the lord's house
Well you are not me
You'd think this was the great wall of china
I can't figure a way in
You look at me like I'm impenitent
But I see myself closer as penitent
I confess my sins everyday and I kneel and pray
So why cast me out why give me doubt
From all the psalms I say my lips dry up
You must think there's a drought
But nah I spend more time worshiping than drinking
Verse 3 1:25
Please let me get up stop kicking
Isn't this a sin hey I said stop hitting
Now you stare at me and start spitting
From all this pain I thought you'd start whipping
Body laying on the ground my eyes start dripping
Saying why has this faith fell upon me
I scream while it pours
Dripping from my eyes and the sky is this some kind of metaphor
Laying on the floor feeling sore just letting it pour
Why god has this happened please no more
I get on my knees and bow my head
Asking the lord what have I've done and what lies ahead
My vision is cut of the sight of flowing red
I close my eyes one more time
Why has this happened to me
Why can't he see this shouldn't happen to me
I read the bible and pray everyday
So lord shed the light and set me free
I open my heart for one last moment
But never get an answer cause sunday never opened
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Slowpoke_Villa
Member since January 14 2020