PROBLEM

[verseode]

                

            I've got a little problem
            It's eating me away
            I'm getting quite aggressive
            In what I do and say
            A poison that is spreading
            Into every vein and pore
            An itch I keep on scratching
            It's making me quite sore.

            Take it now before The Lord
            Give Him all your pain
            Give Him all your useless dreams
            Flush them down the drain
            Turn your eyes upon The One
            Who died to set you free
            He is your sure antidote
            To heal the devils spree.