how perfectly despicable
incompetent imbecile

so what if he does that for a living
driving me around in circles
wasting me time
so what if it may affect his rice bowl

that pusillanimous wimp
that arrogant bastard

so what if he's so much weaker
striking me in the back
i could have, should have beaten him to a pulp
as i stood over him

oh my God
am i still so far from what i should be
so much pride
so much apathy
wheres the humility
wheres the empathy

how perfectly despicable
incompetent imbecile
that pusillanimous wimp
that arrogant bastard

what kind of man am I
where's Your grace, Your love, Your mercy?


help me to find my way to Your mercy seat
to the place where im made more than i could ever be