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[Intro: MF Grimm] OK, I'm ready. Alright [Hook: MF Grimm] Lord, El-o-i, yes Lord, why do You love me? I don't even love me Doing things forbidden Giving in to temptation Murdering your creations Breaking bread with Satan My soul feels so cold I mean hot—it's both at one time I'm dancing with the Devil Music feels so evil Records stole from Heaven They say, "Don't touch" But I want them so much All are instrumental Therefore, all I had to do Was sit and write the words [Verse 1: MF Grimm] Always loved me when I cursed You Believed in me when I didn't believe in You Refused, You held me tight with arms when I died Genuine frozen tears You cried Holy water brought me back to life Breath for life, the will to strive That's lies—only the strong survive Ones stronger than me rest in their grave Laid bricks down, the way they paved Take it from here, but me You save I'm a bad seed, Lord. I didn't behave Not caring about life, didn't even try Sick of it all, just want to die Request denied, You still get really I expected more from the bullets that filled me Ignorant, mad You didn't kill me [Hook: MF Grimm] Lord, El-o-i, yes Lord, why do You love me? I don't even love me Doing things forbidden Giving in to temptation Murdering your creations Breaking bread with Satan My soul feels so cold I mean hot—it's both at one time I'm dancing with the Devil Music feels so evil Records stole from Heaven They say, "Don't touch" But I want them so much All are instrumental Therefore, all I had to do Was sit and write the words [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Ears covered with sins. Now stressed, I kill Eyes open with my blood to spill Pure hell watching my brother get slain It pained. On my face was his brains Bloodstains. You took him away, awareness stays. I start To bug out and pull them plugs out Time goes on. You blessed me, my friend Resurrection. I'll walk the earth again [Hook: MF Grimm] Lord, El-o-i, yes Lord, why do You love me? I don't even love me Doing things forbidden Giving in to temptation Murdering your creations Breaking bread with Satan My soul feels so cold I mean hot—it's both at one time I'm dancing with the Devil Music feels so evil Records stole from Heaven They say, "Don't touch" But I want them so much All are instrumental Therefore, all I had to do Was sit and write the-