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