Lyrics
I've been spiked in my shoulder
I've been drugged by a family of strangers
I've been abused by sodomite preachers
I've been used like the sleeve of a shirt
Asleep or awake it's kinda the same
Asleep or awake it's kinda the same
Riding the wave without being judged
Joining the saintly going to church
Screaming out your confession
Having a wake without being gone
I've woke up to a shotgun
Robbed and left by my very own mother
Stopped at the border with drugs in my colon
If it were you, you would claim your ass was stolen
Asleep or awake it's kinda the same
Asleep or awake it's kinda the same
Riding the wave without being judged
Joining the saintly going to church
Screaming out your confession
Having a wake without being gone