This song title is actually, what if cops had jetpacks, but this was it's original name.

Anyways, we weren't going to release anymore before our album, but this was too fun not too :)

I'm broken and bleeding,
fed up and worn,
I've come to terms,
that I was never to be born.

7th drink down,
and an eighth to follow,
filling what's left,
of an empty hollow.

If God's out there,
let him hear my prayer,
I'm scared and lost,
someone please save me.

But my screams are silent,
and my heart still yearns,
to be at rest,
to be reborn.

My thoughts are wrong,
my morals are gone,
My thoughts are wrong,
my morals are gone.

To be as I once was,
a child so free,
to feel as I was did.