A Saviors Blues by Joey Haire

A Savior's Blues
Everything: Joey Haire

Just tryin' out this hit of window pane,
Made from man, but made to make me sane.
Wish I could be a fly upon your wall
My god, when you tell him, "satan, make him crawl."

We're all just chess pieces for the gods.
If you only have one god, you ain't got god.

Look for the many doors you will find in your mind.
There you will find your god in your own good time.

I wasn't meant for you.
You weren't meant for me.
I hate you and you hate me.

Then you look and you see
What's left of your mind.
You have found your god
And you're now one of his prisoners.
Found yourself out wayside left to rot,
Made from the finest hate that your god has sought.