HOOK
Another long walk through a short fire, walking praying I can make a deal with God. I can’t pray and dismiss the moment I kissed the Devil on the hand and poisoned these lips. If only I could make a deal with God.

VERSE 1
This life’s a long road through a short fire, it’s like I’m burning alive but I can’t seem to die. Sometimes I feel like my whole life’s a fucking lie, and I can’t bring myself to cry no matter how hard I try. I’ve been broken for so many years, pretending on the outside like I ain’t never known tears. Now this cage that I’ve created is the sum of my fears, cuz I ain’t never living up to how good I appear. So now I’m walking through these flames, pockets spilling with sin, throwing rocks at heaven’s gates begging, trying to get in. Feeling lost and abandoned, I ain’t got no friends. I’m so sick of living life Lord when will it end? Dear God, if You love me then why’d You leave me like this? Broke and hurting with these deeds I can’t never dismiss? But give me one last change and I promise You this! I’ll spend my last days untying these devilish kiss with these lips.

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VERSE 2
This life’s a long road to a longer fire if I can’t get this heart to bend before the day I die. Sometimes I feel like what I believe is just a fucking lie, and I can’t bring myself to pray no matter how hard I try. I’ve spent a lifetime broke on my knees, begging for strength to walk tall past the pain that I’ve seen. I never claimed to be perfect, just a slow growing seed but it only takes one mistake to erase a life of good deeds. There’s no such thing as forgiveness or love in this mess, only those that you’ve hurt and those you ain’t hurt yet. I’ve put my kids through hell that they’ll never forget and that’s the one thing in this life that I’ll forever regret. God forgive me, God love me, God bring me on back. Make me something to be proud of when my family looks back, cuz I done come too far to fail and die in my sins... but if that’s the only road to heaven then I’d do it again and make...

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VERSE 3
I’m a lost cause that’s what my mama said, holding onto hell until I’m finally dead. Killed by the stubbornness in my veins. I’m a lost cause that what the preacher said, throwing up prayers while I hang my head, hoping that somebody’s really listening to me. Cuz I walk alone in this fire, prayers outnumbered by trials and God feels like ten million miles away. This bullet ain’t enough to try to kill this love that You still got for me. Another long walk through a short fire, walking praying I can make a deal with God. I can’t pray and dismiss the moment I kissed the Devil on the hand and poisoned these lips. If only I could make a deal with God.

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