Teach me to cut and if I f*ck up
I'll turn myself in, get myself bust
Texas has blessed me a creeper I'm not
But the higher the hair the closer to god
Oh my god tell our friends
I don't want to see them again
Oh my god tell our friends
I won't try to kill again
A song for your death and my first dime
Last night I slept, in the light of your love
The dense mass of blood, filled my head up
With too many dreams, and thats all they was
And the higher the hair the closer to god
Oh my god tell our friends
I don't want to see them again
Oh my god tell our friends
I won't try to kill again