Heaven Helps Those Who Help Themselves

Hard to see how you're losing mind Told you were ill but the neck is twined Hard to believe we could be on the same page But you Lie on the floor How'd you become sore? And wanted more and more and more and more The life is stoned Full of the moans But you wanted more and more and more and more Everyone canceled their deals for you I wish I knew there is no glue Heaven helps those who help themselves But you Lie on the floor How'd you become sore? And wanted more and more and more and more The life is stoned Full of the moans But you wanted more and more and more and more We could be on the same page Lie on the floor How'd you become sore? And wanted more and more and more and more The life is stoned Full of the moans But you wanted more and more and more and more