I am a sinner, who wants to be a saint again. Lord forgive me, there's more within me, Ill still never come to repent. Swimming in a ocean of shark fins, I think they're waving at me. Attack me, be the one to vanquish this spirit that present my Aura. To the people I love, please stand back, you don't wanna get to know me, don't be kind to my liking, don't give me what I so indubitably need, there's something self destructive about me. I can't contain it, So I try to rearrange it. To the people I love, you're in danger. I'm on my knees on Christmas eve, another king came to the manger, but I feel I'm too late. Thinking I should've came when he crowned, and now my crown is not a crown, for once my big head is filled with deflating thoughts and my crown has fallen on to my shoulders... I am who I think I am, no changing or rearranging. Destiny is on my plate and I fixed it. But I have no control so it got twisted, lefty loosy, righty tighty, just to know which way to go is on my wish list. Peter pan, show me the north star, I am lost, can someone show me to the train again, I mustve missed it... I don't even if I'll ever get on track