Spiritually Bankrupt

I was an empty vessel

Full Of all emotion

Drowning in pool

of my on self pity

Sold into slavery

By the world and its precessions

Rendering my games

to the sins of the city

Now I didn't care to live

But I did not want to die

Traveling that low road

Made me tire of getting high

I didn't need no body

but I was running short on love

Spiritually Bankrupt

and looking for the Lord

So I should have Died So Many Times Before

But I guess My burn out Spirit Knew

That There was Something more.

I had The Hounds of Hell behind me

Nipping at my heels

My days never quicken

Because I had no nerves of steel

I touch the scarlet woman

She said son can you afford

To be Spiritually Bankrupt

But looking for the Lord

Still a broken vessel

Thirsting for the truth

Fending off the numbness

And longing for my youth

My heart remembers praying

From The Soul of My Vocal Cords

Spiritually Bankrupt

Still Looking for The Lord

Spiritually Bankrupt

Always looking for the Lord

Spiritually Bankrupt

Someday I will find the Lord