I need to grab a pen, just to clear out my mind.
Devil tried to turn me out, I politely declined.
Steady on a watch, time is not on my side.
I swallow my pride, reaching for an ear to confide.
Who’s down to ride? I don’t know what settling means.
An oiled machine, searching for more to achieve.
The more that I bleed, I’m only just a mortal indeed.
But sort of a king, order has me praying on knees.
You know I’m humble, lord.
Grab my hand and pull me when I stumble, Lord.
Trying to make a change, but I’m trapped inside a bubble, Lord.
A seed of the Earth, from birth, but now I crumble, Lord.
I can’t do it by myself, seek me out when I’m in trouble, Lord..