^{Psalm 139:13}For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. ¹⁴I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works;my soul knows it very well. ¹⁵My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. ¹⁶Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

You're in control...I know it and I believe that it's true

But I bob and I weave, and entangle for myself a mess to unglue

Is it my fault? Is it your fault? Are we gonna pull through?

I wish to hell that I knew, cause such a place for me, is nothing new