My Lord carried me HOLY HOLY is HE
Rape, Rape, Rape, Rape
This inner voice screamed
So deep inside of me,
Hoping nobody heard the voice within me.
Work, Work, Work, Work
get your job done.
Dark, Dark, Rape, Rape
You saved me before the death of me.
You carried me threw all the pain,
without you I surely would have died.
Holy Holy Holy Jesus my strength
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