Box of Faces

I walk down a crowded street full of people

Just living their lives, trying to hide from the evil

That lurks nearby But there's a church nearby, see the shadow of a steeple

And that there is the cross I bear

For my sins, God gives me that cross I bear

It's not a win, it's a loss, I swear

I'm ready to give in and toss my flair

Cause I'm running out of options

Keep making wrong decisions and it don't look like it's stopping

I used to be a free spirit just like Janis Joplin

My motherboard is fried, can't remember how to log in

No, I'm headed down the center of a rabbit hole