Testo Smoke Screen

You smoke-screen with your judgemntal words. But when the air clears you're just a scared little child. You smoke-screen, but your fearful inside That God does'nt love you You let fear run you wild When someone is wrong you write them off Never give a second chance What if God had been that strict with you And destroyed you without a second You smoke-screen with your angelic face You look so holy, but you're struggling inside You smoke-screen when you point the finger Cuz no one's looking To see you problem with pride