**Verse 1**
Call me a camper, but here’s the twist,
While you sit whining, I’m in my bliss,
Playing the game right, knowledge in my fist,
Roasts coming quicker than a marksman’s list.
Truth and lies swirl, like a tempest in the wind,
Heaven and hell watch, they can’t comprehend,
But I’m pushing hell aside, with my eyes on the Lord,
At the wooden cross, my spirit’s restored.
**Chorus**
I bow my head down, to the