Lyrics Words - MF Grimm

Ok I'm right, alright
L-O-Y-S, Lord, why do you love me?
I don't even love me
Doing things forbidden
Giving into 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 said, "Don't touch"
But I want them so much
All are instrumental
Therefore all I had to do
Was sit and write the words
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 brung me back to life
Breath for life, the will to survive
That's lies; only the strong survive
One's stronger than me rest in their grave
Laid bricks down, the way they paved
Take it all 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, still get really
I expected more from the bullets that filled me
Ignorant, mad, you didn't kill me
L-O-Y-S, Lord, why do you love me?
I don't even love me
Doing things forbidden
Giving into 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 said, "Don't touch"
But I want them so much
All are instrumental
Therefore, all I had to do
Was sit and write the words
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 stains
I start to bug out, and pull the plugs out
Time goes on, you blessed me, my friend
Resurrection, I'll walk the earth again
L-O-Y-S, Lord, why do you love me
I don't even love me
Doing things forbidden
Giving into 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 feel so evil
Records stole from Heaven
They said, "Don't touch"
But I want them so much
All are instrumental
Therefore, all I had to do
Was sit and write the-