Fry Skin Burn

Every single day I try But every single night I fail Every continued fight Has only made me more frail Every single time I choke Before the hammer hits the nail Ironic that I had a stroke Even mine was smaller in scale I commend you for everything you've done You cemented that there can only be one All of us are under the sun so why are we concerned? But it seems like you enjoy to watch our fry skin burn Serving your dog food up And your blood in a cup Your prophets are corrupt But I don't mean to interrupt Take a swing from left and right To remind me that I'm alive And as soon as I arrive I'll greet death with a kiss goodnight I commend you for your right to savior But if you go left then you'll find that there is no cure For the disease that humans bleed While I fry skin burn The sun smiles at me