Question:
I only got a Pre-Chorus and the Chorus done right now, but here it is.
BROKEN LIMIT
I'm growing sick and twisted
Without one finger lifted
And I'm running fast in circles
Going everywhere I can
I need you now most importantly
My number one priority
Is to see You come and set me free
From this trash that I've been carrying
No longer will I live for this
I burn it off and rip the list
You push me away and I'm running fast
From this limit of my brokenness
Answer:
I don't know if it was intended to be rap-ish or not, but my mind automatically made it that way when I read through it, and it sounded sweet. When you get the rest of it finished, please post.