Sodastream - Lushington Hall Lyrics

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