happy songs echoing
weirdly sad but still laughing
drawing near to death
my holy realm of flesh
heaven burns from above
the sun eclipsed by a white dove
they all wanna be god (i don’t want to be god)
how pathetic
everyone that i know
someday soon
grass will grow
over their bodies
i will be left alone
finally nothing to show
for all of the bloodsucking
parasites festering
nothing left nothing to sing
but my little songs

bury my head in the ground
i wait for your open heart, open heart
maybe it will never come
but i wait for a loving heart
to tear apart

i will still sing with joy and
pray from a loving heart
i don’t mind if it’s a dying heart
fragile like a hurting god could never hurt
fragile like a hurting god could never know
all alone in the clouds
it’s very sad to be so alone
that girl who couldn’t do anything
that girl who couldn’t do anything...
improved a little on her cooking

maybe that day will never come
the day you forgive yourself
let the pain flow out
maybe it’ll never come
and that’s ok
hey, we’ve all been there
we’ve all been there

i know it’ll never come
but i wait for a loving heart
a loving world
i know it’ll never come
but i still pray for that loving world…

i know it’ll never come
but i wait for a loving world
a loving world in the sun

i know it’s not ok
i know we can’t keep on being this way
or else we’ll fucking die
and you’ll be alone
and god’ll be alone
and god’ll be alone