TRAILER PARK from BILLIONS by This Twisted Wreckage

TRAILER PARK
Oh Lord won't you deliver me
From the trailer park and the satellite dish
From the failure of my every thwarted dream and wish
Banish me not to the wilderness of banality and pain
Where my own face in the mirror
Twists the knife again and again

Set me not adrift upon a lake
A lost and lonely lake without hope
Where the news is all disaster
Dangling on a fraying rope

I'm not praying to anything out there
I'm talking to what's inside of here
Lord is there any difference between
My anxiety and my fear?

It's clear to me that nothing's clear to me
Even though I wipe the fog from the window with my sleeve
All I ever see is myself staring back at me
Too damn scared, Lord, too damn scared to leave

Lord give me a charitable heart
Or at least a good head start
And deliver me from the satellite dish
And the trailer park at the edge of the desert in the morning mist
The edge of the desert in the morning mist

Oh Lord won't you deliver me
From the trailer park and the satellite dish

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