Singing the blues

In the beginning
concieved so well
Raised in Heaven
But born in hell.

I chose my paths
but not my mind
now I'll be gone
by supper time.

Got to make that money
to pay my bills
but for peace of mind
I swear I'd kill.

I feel so weighted
but I do fear
that if I had some money
I'd be far from here.

This dead end job
that I chip at all day
I swear to god
"I'll make you pay."

but I've lit the tip
of my last cigarette
He wins again
house took my bet.

The great speach of the lord
"I'll see you soon
you better have payment
for the life you ruin'd.

"I make my peace
when I lose my mind
'cause I'm comin' home
by supper time.

"heroes prevail
I know I too,
will make my mark
by hating you."

What's in my pockets
is not my soul
but I would live
if I had gold.

I need some money
to pay my debts
and I would kill
to rid this pest.

That pest called money
for which I owed
and I did sell
this here soul.

If you talk to me
when I'm gone this far
you best make sure
I don't know where you are.

'cause I will meet you
wherever you go
I am hatred
within your soul.

I am wandering
I'm also death
and all you fear
that's all the rest.

I'm in your veins
when your blood runs cold
I'll be the reaper
if you sold your soul.

You can believe
that life's a bind
but I was scared
when I lost mine.

When I lost mine
I feared my time
when I lost mine
I loved god genuine

when I lost mine
I sang these blues
'cause life is living
the paths you choose.

So bid farewell
to what you know
it's that same hatred
that sent you home.

Come with me
my burdened child
it's just about time
to walk that mile.

and pray to god,
he doesn't kick you out
cause up there's waitin'
a lonely cloud.

a lonely cloud
a lonely cloud
forever cursed
on a lonely cloud.
That's your reward
for saving your soul
but god still owns you
now even I must go
even I must go
I must go
must go
home.