Spiritually Bankrupt

I was an empty vessel
 Full Of all emotion
 Drowning in pool
 of my on self pity
 Sold into slavery
 By the world and its precessions
 Rendering my games
 to the sins of the city
 Now I didn't care to live
 But I did not want to die
 Traveling that low road
 Made me tire of getting high
 I didn't need no body
 but I was running short on love
 Spiritually Bankrupt
 and looking for the Lord
 So I should have Died So Many Times Before
 But I guess My burn out Spirit Knew
 That There was Something more.
 I had The Hounds of Hell behind me
 Nipping at my heels
 My days never quicken
 Because I had no nerves of steel
 I touch the scarlet woman
 She said son can you afford
 To be Spiritually Bankrupt
 But looking for the Lord
 Still a broken vessel
 Thirsting for the truth
 Fending off the numbness
 And longing for my youth
 My heart remembers praying
 From The Soul of My Vocal Cords
 Spiritually Bankrupt
 Still Looking for The Lord
 Spiritually Bankrupt
 Always looking for the Lord
 Spiritually Bankrupt
 Someday I will find the Lord