Pure Leaf

Low, grieve at her altar Do not touch the red door I'm starting to remember Ain't no way I'm doing this again I can feel my skin Falling off the bone Given too much My body My mind And my soul I'm a husk of who I been With a smile so fake Slow, swinging at an open jaw Screaming til she sew me shut Perfect but so unfair Ain't no way I'm doing this again I can feel my skin Falling off the bone Given too much My body My mind And my soul I'm a husk of who I been With a smile so fake It is all terrifying, isn't it? If God is real and He has such a fragile ego That He only helps us when we beg Him And shower Him with praise And He hates gay people for being Who He made them to be Well that's terrifying If there's no God And we're just horny microscopic ants Floating through space with no divine purpose And no hope to achieve eternal life Well, that's terrifying, too I'm scared just saying it out loud Either the church is true Or it is a fraud It is the church and Kingdom of God Or it is nothing Do you agree with that? Then I want you to choose which door to go through Based on your faith I'm asking you to choose between belief Or disbelief (I don't know) Ain't no way I'm doing this again I can feel my skin Falling off the bone Given too much My body My mind And my soul I'm a husk of who I been With a smile so fake Ain't no way I'm doing this again I can feel my skin Falling off the bone Given too much My body My mind And my soul I'm a husk of who I been With a smile so fake