The servants you know are in song I don't believe it The brothers are christian boys don't you believe it Because all of their games are of killing and pride And you you're helpless The prefects were hanging beneath ready to beat me They must have woken again I was hoping to leave I know I'm on show I was caving again Must I stand here feeling foolish Fear was running down my leg and I wanted to kill him The song was far from me and I got a stare I know God is good he did nothing for me Except sit by the door and bury me in weakness Sorry days again I got a letter from you