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Lying on the edge of nothingness

She can’t scream, can’t even cry

Feeling numb, without sufficient rest

Drenched in a Holy Water supply



God’s child, but broken hearted

Dearly until death thee departed

Devil’s inching his way in

Catching her in a net of sin



Scream your prayer, scream it loud

Back of your throat blood curdling sound

He hears you, He bled on that cross

So that all of your sins could be washed



So cry and pray, scream it loud

But He already knows your pain

On His head He wore that crown

With nails pounded into each hand



Lying on the edge, gun in one hand

Dripping tears on the letters in red

Scream it loud for the Son of Man

And the blood for me He shed -