Hold Me Close

Hold me close, 'cause I got some bones in the closet that can't make deposits on

The Holy Ghost

The Son is a Father, no problem, but prophets ain't profits that I can depend on, no more than placebos

The Judgement is more than a sequel

Uh, what is a God to His People?

And where is The Doctor? I need Him

Kept it a Fendi, now fiends at my feet

Fretting 'bout greed and a need to feel scene

Sheppard the sheep like my blood was the Lamb's

Lyre in the dark, see the strings in they hands like-

So, hold me close,