Memories are golden,
Yet some are best forgotten.
So I cried to the lord to free me from a mental Alcatraz,
See he's my rock and can't bear to see me in captivity on another Petra.
Serious as a heart attack, he bust my brain out of a solitary deceit cell
And now Satan's lies, wont dare ring a bell
After he took precedence in my life.
He taught me to positively deconstruct the bars
So the debris may fill up the cracks and fuse the scars.