I wish I had another way for you to come and say whatever you want to say.
Asked for help of Jesus and Satan, but they are already dead
and know I know that if something goes wrong it just went wrong.
If I fail in this life that is just a shame, just a shame.
Dad, you said your home is mine too, success you’ve made it, father of the year.
But dad, my steps are pursuing no gods and I’ll respect as many as I meet,
just believe in me.
I chose to break the line between what you found within.
That’s yours to keep, it’s yours to keep and is fine to quit.