Omitobeats
A, Am, C, D, G, Gm
I am addicted.
Why, yes, I am addicted.
I am addicted to the love of bellities.
Epitome of creativity.
My God, he spoke into existence.
So glad he made the mold of sinful man in his image.
He gave dominion.
The animals, he gave them instincts.
And yet he gave creative brains for all of mankind to think.
Every invention at some point was an idea stuck in time.
Someone created with a thought they had right up in their mind.