Hard Body, Skin Soft

Confessions of an intellect:

Scared to paint my past for my friends
Looked up, tired of pedaling sins
In the night time these demons
come screaming thru reachin'
and now all the child play begins.

They say first step is admittance
I promise no lies any sentence
Pray to God ask him for forgiveness
how about permission to go with good riddance?

You're scared to death; sometimes i worry no lie,
killed ambition, no renditions since eyes hardly cry,
you probably would have been there if you really did try,
but you're killing yourself, where's your damned alibi?

Life...