Flaw

soul soap, hangin by a rope
dressed up with a false recollection of a faded hope,
in my mind, digging hard to find,
any artifact left to ease all my tortured mindset,
the praying and constant contemplating, it does me no good, must be a body made of steel and nails and wood,
please ease my mind, I've tried it your way now you try it mine!!
Its alright to let it out
its alright so let it, just let it, just let it,
Its alright to let it out
its alright so let it, just let it, just let it OUT!!
back track, an incidental smack
of every little loss and cost and new pain assed boss
of my employment, not the enjoyment of life,
it seems there might be help if I could get it just right as I OPEN
and try to get away, still told the potential each and every day so just SHOW THEM a group that might help, there are so many but many dealt
(CHORUS)