The servants you know are in song i don't believe it
The brothers are christian boys don't you believe it
Because all of their games are of k**ing and pride
And you you're helpless
The prefects were hanging beneath ready to beat me
They must have woken again i was hoping to leave
I know i'm on show i was caving again
Must i stand here feeling foolish
Fear was running down my leg and i wanted to k** him
The song was far from me and i got a stare
I know god is good he did nothing for me
Except sit by the door and bury me in weakness
Sorry days again
I got a letter from you....