Bad Luck

Bad luck you said, they took the whole lot and left the debt, but you arrived on this feeling, hallelujah.

Better off but be warned, praying for rain you’ll make it pour, don’t you know you’re miss guided, talk to me.

Lord come help me, I’m fading come down here, lord you made me, where you going.

Slow, but swiftly, save me, I’ll die here, lord you made me, where you going.

There’s bad luck in your soul, and licking your wounds made them grow, don’t you know you’re the victim, come to me.

I’ll start a fire in your mind, though there ain’t much for me to light, all you are has been decided, bow to the.

Lord come help me, I’m fading come down here, lord you made me, where you going.

Slow, but swiftly, save me, I’ll die here, lord you made me, where you going.