"O God! If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake whose blood hath ransomed me, Impose some end to my incessant pain; Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years A hundred thousand, andat lastbe saved! O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?"
Im trying to do it right
But you dont give me an answer
Im trying to do my best
But it all seems to ruin down this ravine
I try to go on and climb
Im trying to get my first love my first wage my
Mama Im trying to do it right
But maybe I like it wrong
Your son is such a
boy with no compromise
When everybody has sold his mind,
Ill do it right
And maybe Ill cross these walls
Its time to risk and
look God straight in the eyes
Dont shed a tear if I will die
You knew I was mine
Hornets
Mama Im trying to do it right
But maybe I like it wrong
Your son is like a
Devil with the sky behind
When angels keep on choosing clouds
I choose to fight