Protect me from the dead

 

Dear Lord, Protect me from the dead,
remove this parasite, residing in my head.
It's feasting on my thoughts and what's been said.
So I beg of Thee, protect me from the dead.

 

I've left my kids and my God given wife
I've taken away an innocent creature's life,
I've cut away Love with a dull jagged knife.
so I beg of Thee, protect me from death's scythe.

The sinister grin in the mirror within,
smiling and saying, "it's not you, that'll win".
I'm pleading forgiveness Father, for I have sinned.
yet I beg of Thee Lord, protect me from grim.

 

my vision's turned gray with a hue of red
I'm stumbling Father, over everything said.
Tighten the nuts Lord, they're loose in my head!
but I beg of Thee Father, protect me from the dead.