John "the Rock" Cena, Can You Smell What the Undertaker

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 great's my God Losing faith is losing all the folks you thought might give a fuck 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 nature's 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 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? 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 nature's 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 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 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 nature's 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 Flaws all covered Poor posture Gave my heart your black altar Broke my bones to fit your mold Holy