You smoke-screen with your judgemntal words.
But when the air clears youre just a scared little child.
You smoke-screen, but your fearful inside
That God doesnt love you
You let fear run you wild

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When someone is wrong you write them off
Never give a second chance
What if God had been that strict with you
And destroyed you without a second

You smoke-screen with your angelic face
You look so holy, but youre struggling inside
You smoke-screen when you point the finger
Cuz no ones looking
To see you problem with pride