God-ish

Oh my God
Love ends in breaking up, or there something close
Your life ends in dying out, or something close
Man, it's so damn interesting, cause I wouldn't know
Only guessing the story's end, here's how it goes
Oh-on

Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu
A God-ish like

Now stop it, just stop it
Come on and stop it, just stop it
I'm getting worked up, body burning hot
Too massive, so massive
Dreaming to massive, too massive
Big cash rolling right until the end
Yay yay

Gott ist tot

That's God-ish baby face it
Yeah it's God-ish either way
I want you, want you
IQ falling, pouring down the drain
So evil-hearted baby
Well I'm evil anyway
I hate you, hate you, get out of the way

With your ugly hair dye, and your eyes, and overflowing lies
And your scent, and your clothes, and all the blush you buy
It's That-ish, darling, face it
Yeah it's That-ish how you chase
With your quoting, and how you boast, and your reviews
How you're good with people, how you joke, all of your views
That's God-ish, baby, face the facts
Like that, like that
It's got me going mad

Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu
A God-ish like

Thinking beyond, is it angst in our very soul?
While looking down upon the peasant's so stupid goals?
It's really hard while doing nothing to keep growing old
When every light to guide the way is now already sold
We play at God and block the word the preachers long have told
And find ourselves upon the throne to rule all on our lonesome
A prayer of discipline critiquing those all on their own it's
Do you know?

What nonsense are you spouting, stupid
Nonsense honestly
I don't know what crap your saying, but it's putting me to sleep
We're lacking in attention, ok
Everyone agrees
Give me something cool to let me dance to beam

Disgusting, disgusting
God it's disgusting, disgusting
I'm now a fan of what I'm meant to hate
It's tiny, so small, man your mind is
So tiny, it's tiny
So alone 'cause you're smarter than the rest
The best, the best

Gott ist tot

That's God-ish, baby, face it
Yeah it's God-ish either way
Like dying while you swear to God that you're healthy anyway
That's super damn depressing
Bet you're desperate for a raise
How sad, how sad, Epigone born too late

With your titles, and your art, your fancy story
And your concerts and special songs, that stupid melody
It's That-ish, darling, face it
Yeah it's That-ish how you chase
With your quoting, and how you boast, all your reviews
How you're good with people, how you joke, all of your views
That's God-ish, baby, face the facts
Like that, like that
It's got me going mad mad

Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu like
Tu-turu-tu-tu-turu
A God-ish like

Love ends in breaking up, or there something like
Your life ends in dying out, or something like
Man, it sure was interesting to peek from behind
I liked it more when I'd dance and not ask why
That's life