Correcting God's Design

And covers my eyes
I should have been smarter
I should have been wise
all the lies
so I can pray
It puts me to sleep in a rottin
It looks like I’m going nowhere fast
I’m carving the walls as the days get past
I’m losing my head
I’m getting dead
I am a human being inside a circus
This is corruption I’d rather stay
If this is the cure I’d rather stay sick
I protection I’d rather stay strong
to care so I’d better be