Justify
I can’t seem to justify
The way I feel tonight
I can’t seem to justify
Your needs of me to die
I can’t seem to justify
The way I seem to feel
I can’t seem to justify
Why you always have to squeal
You can’t seem to justify
You don’t seem to try
I can’t seem to justify
Being willing to die
For your greater glory
You greater fame
You’ll go on
And Ill be in the dust
Tasting your taste
And all of your musk
Shush up little child
Today is the day
It comes fast
It reckons quickly
My cup over floweth
With all of you
Good fortunes good deeds
Good days good feeds
Take a hit
Take a stand
Try to become
All that I am
Get it up get it out
Stand up and shout
“I am not you, I am not me
I am all that I need to be”
