[Verse 1]
This speaks so loudly, not just for me.
In their eyes, everything they are —
I see the words falling down on me.

One shot takes me to another place,
Two shots numb the pain, erase.
Three shots — I’m drifting far away,
Rambling down a galaxy, lost in space.

Twisted sisters, out of my mind,
Jumping from one world to the one behind.
You look at me, I look at you —
Do you have sorrow in your eyes too?

Pain is dripping from your eyes,
I see it there, but can I deny?
Do I care, do I run away,
Do I refrain from what my soul wants to say?

[Pre-Chorus]
How can I escape, how can I care,
In a universe that feels unaware?
I’m losing my mind, losing control,
The distance between my heart and soul.

[Chorus]
Father God, refrain my mind.
Take the sin, reverse the time.
Refresh my heart, restore my soul.
Pull me back before I lose control.

[Verse 2]
Flesh and skin burning like gasoline,
You set the dynamite, lit the scene.
Death trap’s down at heaven’s gate —
Walk away, demons in disguise await.

Questions echo, drinking all the time,
Answers whispered when I’m all alone inside.
Addiction dragging me where I shouldn’t go,
But I need a heavenly grace to break the hold.

Fourteen days free, then I fell again,
Gave in willingly to the monster within.
Torment rising, secrets I hide,
The distance between the words and my life.

[Chorus]
Father God, refrain my mind.
Take the sin, reverse the time.
Refresh my heart, restore my soul.
Pull me back before I lose control.

[Bridge]
I’m addicted to pain, it drives me insane.
But Your mercy remains,
Even in shame.

[Outro]
Father God, you know what I need.
Take the sin in me, plant a new seed.
Refrain my mind, refrain.
Refrain my mind, refrain.

Questions echo, drinking all the time

My name is John. I have been a broadcaster for five years and have been writing music and poetry for twenty years. I didn’t even realize I could read and write until I discovered I have mirror-touch synesthesia. I perceive everything from right to left: my poetry, words, and compassion. My childhood was challenging, to put it mildly. However, God showed me a way to help others through the words I share. Every song I write serves as a ministry. By addressing various issues, I hope to assist those with troubled pasts find healing through my words. I am a pastor, and this is how I spread God’s message—by feeling the emotions around me and understanding the feelings of the people I encounter, because I have experienced similar struggles. God allows me to see you in ways that others cannot.

Questions echo, drinking all the time

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