If I was god I’d send another plague. We don’t deserve what we’ve got. It’s a grace I
cannot obtain. It’s a grave for someone else. If I was god I’d curse the world again. We
don’t deserve what we’ve got. It’s a gift I cannot explain.
It’s a grave for someone else. I could cease to be. It’s over. It’s a grave for someone
else. I used up your thoughts and prayers.
Their bodies tremble, unworthy of who they are. Their hands are shaking, ashamed of
their wretched heart.
If it were up to me, I’d keep it to myself! Looking up to the heavens for help, refusing my
own hell.
It’s a grave for someone else. I could cease to be. It’s over. It’s a grave for someone
else. I used up your thoughts and prayers.
Offer your mercy. I don’t deserve it.Their bodies tremble, unworthy of who they are. Their hands are shaking, ashamed of
their wretched heart. What a sign of the times that we’re living in!
My hands are not clean. I’m dragging the cancer into my house. I fall on my knees. I cry
out. No one is coming to save me. I sold my soul.
Something so terrible to them is so beautiful to me.