that very man on the corner with sign in his hands has lost his whole as the six to a twelve year old, I became that very man with the hole faster than wind, you'll leave your mark I'm on the incline with seven feet your seven $#&@s away from innocence cigarette burns should adorn my arms I've broken crosses into x's another covenant means little in the moment I swear when I came here that I hated you but now I love you I'm seven drinks away from sober yet you will shine blessed with not a whole, I have not a whole, I have but a hole seven leaves, seven drinks, seven down, drown and sink, crown of thorns, rigid streets, habits on leave, I'm in hell.