John"The Rock" Cena, Can You Smell What the Undertaker (Explicit)

Pulse consistent

Holy Ghost keeps whispering

You’ll come home

Persistent how he told me to hate my body

Off I go

All those scars are hard to hide

I’m still sleeping fully clothed

But that’s not what you wanted, was it

Friends couldn’t see me when I’d gone

Wednesday school, how greats my god

Losing faith is losing all

The folks you thought might give a ****

That’s only in their house

Hate myself and stay devout

But that’s not what I wanted was it

Patron saint of all dysmorphic

Peeling off my skin to torch it

I can’t hide enough

Under a bright light you’d find every

Crooked line I’ve got

All they taught I read as shameful

How my natures fatal

Now I can’t stand when I’m being touched

Only damage

Hoping this next shot hits

Maybe then I’ll forget what they’ve done (so far)

No, I’ll blame myself

Should’ve listened when they spoke

How could I have been so bold

Every passage that I read

Between the lines and I was told

That I’m disgusting in my mind and in my body

Is this what you wanted?

It doesn’t get less hard

Just needed a body that I could fit into

My fault, is it my fault

Just needed some different skin

All of the pictures from when I was a kid I am wearing the same coat I’d say it was at least two sizes too big

But it covered from head to toe

I felt that I can’t hide enough

Flaws all covered

Poor postureGave my heart

Your black altar

Broke my bones to fit your mold

Holy