I've been connected with a 3G network for as long as I can remember
God the father, the son, and the holy ghost

I pray for these days as they prey on these days
The serpents lurk in my sun crust with a search warrant for my bad days

I can feel the crashing into my temple as I pray in his temple, begging the one that created me to save me from conflicting conflicts

I try to prance around on my tippy toes as if I'm floating through cricket green grass
But they burn me with their scorching eyes, burning my soul with the stare of the devil, the stare of judgemental contradictions and suspicions

Suspicious as it looks, the look in my eyes give a sense of back and forth as I fight back and forth with the good and the bad
I weigh the good and the bad like sea saws
My seas sore but if I was soaring with God I would see stars, I'd be the star.
I'd shine bright like a shineless night
I'd be the knight and shining armor

Or I could be the convulsion in your belly as I burn through spirits quicker than a thunder snap
I'd make your sorrows be my orchestra as I make you sing a symphony of regrets
I'd swin in your sin with a smile stitched into my face

With the power of my horns I could pierce through your faith as I make you cave into my ways....
But with the power of a halo, you can be crocheted to one
If you begin to fall into pieces, you'd never break alone without being broken into whole
As you fall onto your knees you don't have to ever...think you're weak, you're just praying for the weak

But whose answer do I pick
Do I prey?
Or do I pray?