DebtorDebtorWhat if I wanted to takeAll that you tried to make?What would you say is at stake?What if I told you to runAway from all that you'd done?Would you think you had won?And what if I told you to make it rain?To wash away all of this painEven if it's all in vain?So what will you do to make it better?Don't stand in the rain, you'll get wetter.Don't you see, you're my debtor.
I Pray I Pray...I pray. . .For your happinessThat you be contentSo that you may find loveAnd be lovedThat through all the painThat you would remainUntouched by the sinsOf manThat you keep your smileAnd don't be defiledThere will always be loveFor you, so welcome itAnd she will love youAs I could not doAnd when you are happyThink not of meBut an answered prayer. . .
Pick-Up Sticks Pick-Up SticksPickup sticksAs fast as you canBefore the ball drops before youDrag down as manyAs you canBefore your punishmentFor what is human but only to sin?Pickup sticksAs fast as you canBefore the ball dropsPickup sticksAs fast as you canDon't let any escapeDon't let them go andKeep them with youFor what is human but selfishness?Pickup sticksAs fast as you canThen bleedBleedBleed for your sinsAnd breatheBreatheBreath no more