4 AM in Wakefield (feat. Romina York)

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It’s 4 in the morning, feeling sober
I wouldn’t get any chance to get older
I’m sitting in my six by eight and I’m crying can’t wait ‘till all the pain is over
I lay awake all night, the preacher told me it’s gonna be alright, yeah
And I wouldn’t doubt him ‘cos you know, he probably knows the afterlife
See how I got here remains a mystery
Took me to the court and they said that I’m guilty
As righteous as I could have ever been, one thing’s for sure
My record’ll always be filthy
I was in custody when the lawyer came
Sitting in the stinking mess, writhing in the crushing pain
First they take away your humanity, your ego, your pride, your sanity
Then they incarcerate
I was already dead before I got behind the bars
Truthfully, what I got is fear behind my heart
I know the drill, they did it to Jesus on the cross
I know the way to heaven, I’m just feeling kind of lost
My prison sentence is a dead one
I mean literally, I’m gonna be a dead one
Will they hang me or shoot me?
Poison or electrocute me? Will they torture me or bruise me?
All I see is the tears in her eyes
When I look in Nina’s face, is the pain I can’t describe
I take my demise as a blessing in disguise
For lo, I behold my beauty in paradise
Confession time before the Reverend Father
On the brighter side, eternity no drama
Chronicling my passing away, I’m sure it appalls ya
But I’m an oxymoron, I’m a living cadaver
Put my dreams in a hearse, please
I purchased my death with the gift that I’m cursed with
I’m lurking in heaven with Curtis
The only one who inspired me as a wordsmith
Father told me it’s gonna get better
But I’m freezing cold, though I’m wearing a sweater
Prison warders approaching my tiny cell
Keys jangling, terrifying footsteps
I’m thinking about my unborn daughter
While I’m being led like a lamb to be slaughtered
I can’t even lie, I’m getting worried now
Bringing me to the place, they call it the slaughterhouse
So it’s only right they play me the Hammer Dance
Praying in my spirit, “Lord give me another chance”
But I guess it’s too late, struck me, touche
I better gird up to meet the maker today
Strapped me on the gurney, hit me with the needle
Unbelievable but of course, it’s official
Confessing my evils, save me from this sequel
Injection painless, yet they call it lethal
The Sodium Thiopentone, destroying every single fallacy of me being strong
Take my spirit, Lord, I’m coming home
Take my spirit, Lord, I’m coming home
Ooh ooh oooh oh
Coming forth to carry me home
I’m released and free, overcome with peace
From the end I see my whole life in front of me
I’m released and free, overcome with peace
From the end I see my whole life in front of me

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