Turn To God
It took seven years to murder him
In some old fashioned way
Innocent of everything
With nothing all the same
And in your head you see a man
Whose looking back at you
But he’s the spoiler of your conscience
And your guilt
It worries me
I can see the reasons why
You turn to God
I can see the reasons why
You turn to God
And it worries me
It worries me
It worries me
It worries me
It worries me
It worries me
