What if this church crumbled
one brick at a time?
What if the thing making the church crumble
was the power of my mind?
What if I had the power
to put the fear of God into your hearts?
Instead of building people up,
I just tore fuckers apart.
What if my fire and brimstone
left everybody in mourn?
Hell hath no fury
like this mother fucker scorn.
What if I no longer wanted to please people
but instead make them cry?
Thunder and lightning crashing
from clouds red like blood in the sky.
What if I didn’t give a fuck
about what people thought?
Then there’d be no such thing
as the pain inside my heart.
Oh the things I’d give up
to be the one in control.
To be the one turning other’s hearts
into lumps of coal.
To be the reason you can’t sleep at night.
To be the reason you can’t dream.
To keep you all from smiling.
To make you sweat and scream.
Would I get respect then?
If you feared my cold heart and eyes?
Instead of being the guy who ruins
everything he tries.
Oh the power I would gain
from the fear of what I might do.
When you strike fear into everyone,
who needs the love of a few?
So maybe I’ll start over.
Maybe I will change.
Maybe instead of trying to brighten up
on your heart I’ll just leave stains.
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