The Cross

That is the only cause I wanna be crazy Like John That is my point content My venomous spit in The face of world That is the only cause I wanna be crazy like John That is my point of content My venomous spit In the face of the world Because I see it as I your sight Still Can't shake it off as the gift is gone I will throw the stones of pain upon In The crazy way that is generated the Storm What does this cost me? Can't hold my breath I lost all my peace But regardless of the fact I don't think of Turning back You like some facts But despite of the fact that they leave me Dry This cost is none Of many reasons why I struggle harder than you Far harder than you So much stronger than you I carry brighter than You So much stronger than you, Bitch