(Keep it comfy, no pain
No tomorrow, today
It’s like my radio says
‘Go to sleep for awhile’)
Very good crying books
Pack it all in
Is it right?
Nah, saintly
There’s no hell written for you
Dance for a crowd
Here you are, like the show
Demons cut, bullets bouncing
What just the word
Just the word, never mentioned
Let them see Christians hate it
It’s a good day, good ole day
Blank socket
Song no more
Anger managed
Neverlasting tranquility
Cause love is nothing
On a Sunday, try to speak
No one hears it
Feeling too lost
Good day, but words aren’t matching
Cancel the silence
Aren’t everlasting
Every false thing
You aren’t a person with bleeding
Yet rule, they do
In a funhouse, scream
Just a basket
No sleeping, a silver casket
Torture comes
Case of insanity
Yet rule, they do
Just angry bears in three or fours
Yet rule, they do


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