Bury Me

Sunday morning, the clock ticking

Move in silence, but silence is not my mission

The face you make, you look down at your phone, say "call missing"

Too much on my plate sound arrogant, look I get it

Look God, look I get it

You ain't been proud of the life that I'm livin'

I ain't been the same man, since my last sittin'

Have you ever had a dark thought, but let God sit in

Tell me how you livin'

Tell me if your sins forgiven

Can't remember last time that I asked permission

I was focused on the sound wave, make your ears splitten