Irreverent son born in Ohio, wicked pranks for the family of love
Unsteady mind no it dont find love, the art they make should be beautiful enough

God of love sweet love, where are you lord when I needed you most, there's a dirty entity in the room with me it's befouled my sight and my soul

In my time I have penned for the best, little known by all the rest
you only seal the demons of my chest, little known by all the rest

Oh this crown wont rest easy, on this head full of thorns, the salt of the earth is the salt of my wounds is the salt of my mood ohhh

I come at large i release inside an angels heart and the devils sights, you pray for me BUT it dont do no good, the art they make should be beautiful enough