I'm going there to give 'em cash, hear 'em laugh bring 
'em back
If i cant tear down these walls I'll slip 'em through 
the cracks
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get 
committed
Where he's been I ain't been allowed to visit, and I 
miss him
They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a 
hole
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack he's 
getting old
This cold does nothing for his bones, he's shaking
Always put on hold that prison phone's always taken 
They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the 
gates got shut 
RAISE IT UP 
Somebody cover me, I'm going in
With razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within 
Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything
But I've been doing the best that I can
I take it day by day, just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line
Walking on this tightrope with arms open wide
hoping to find you live and well on the other side 
So I could give you this gift as a symbol 
When I felt the rope loosen, I knew i missed my window 
He really did love you, you know.. pat pat..
I said 'Get your fucking hand off my back
This is my passage into adulthood and I need not 
Small talk fingers fishing from a weak spot
I used to dream alot, in search for meaning in a 
sleepwalk 
The only time I find myself having a deep talk 
But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of 
death 
One can never rest depending on how up the drugs get 
Upset, submit me to a bloodtest 
Find no trace of my words reverting back to...wait, 
that wasnt what I meant 
My right eye is sunrise, the left is sunset
The moonshine ain't got me drunk yet 
My tongue's wet for the lunar eclipse
a fix 
It's a beautiful mix of Jesus-Juice from my lips 
And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a 
crucifix 
And this is where I found a friend in Christ 
I also found a few spikes and I decided to use them as 
pegs on my bike 
So you could have a place to stand when I broke you out 
of that vice 
And now im going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab, back to back
Going back to rehab, I don't drink though 
I'm going back as a dead again Christian
With a medicine prescription
Yeah I'm a friend of Bill, let, let, let me in 
Get me outta this 
Hooked up to plugs and wires while dogs sniff for a 
powdered substance 
In a town of judgements with glass house development 
Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence 
They aint never considered how just one rock
Could crack the whole facade now they confiscate 
slingshots 
I will not meditate on the sermon 
Heaven's gate is burning so we self-medicate with 
bourbon 
While their collection plate gets turned into a purse 
I've turned into a second rate person, but I'm not the 
first 
This isnt your typical cry for help 
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with 
a bible belt 
Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods 
Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God 
You cant match magic with an addict thats got a mapping 
compass 
In order to find a substance and matchstick that 
functions 
A searching and fearless immoral inventory 
'Til every person with a story begins to bore me 
I did what i had to do to get 
To the place where your face wasnt such a blurry mess 
I took all our favorite promises and words that we kept
You werent hard to find, all it took was 13 steps