[Verse]

How many fuck up passes you think God'll give?

Until it gets too far and I'm off the list

Until it gets too dark and I'm opposite

Of where the faithful face the son

Made that deal with the architect of

This here earth and the heart collector

The big bang cook and the start projector

That I'd leave here the one

Pray for me, prey for me

A field of dreams that's prey for me

I don't need a prayer and they can keep the luck

So either bid me farewell or pass the dutch

Took the long road to soak the scene in

And found a short cut to cut the C.R.E.A.M with

Told to pipe down and show respect

What's a life now with no regret?

I'm trying to get a sense of what the father felt

Before he sacrificed his son to save himself

What the king felt, before the crowd yelled

And yelled his last word before his head fell

What the lion feels before he pounces

What the cheetah thinks before she waits

What the desperate thief is on the run from

What the fallen angel did to pay

I guess that's the price of free will

I bet that's the cost to play God

Well I'm content to play my own part

And speak my brave heart until the grave yard

So there's no need to pray for me, prey for me

A field of dreams, now that's prey for me

I don't need a prayer and they can keep the luck

So either bid me farewell or pass the dutch

Light the night up, take a pu-puff

Kick your feet back inhale the star dust

Taste the fortune

Take the torch and we break

Find the angel, spot the target

Load the rounds up and wait to pull back

Lock the purpose, cock the gift and we prey