take a look at my life take a look at my love take a look at my soul baby you can t save me you don t know there s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road i ve got too many problems and not enough solutions rain that makes you think im lost in god s illusion you know that america loves it another sunken battle ship another stranded photo book with all my pictures plastered in it i ain t got a pass but still i m walking like a free man holding onto heaven while questioning why i feel damned and this is something that i ve tragically adapted to cellophane my heart to pull the knife out of my back from you and god won t tell me if he wants me to live don t speak to me in the way you portray in your hymns don t breathe through me in the way that you live don t treat me differently when satan insists and this is it i gotta hold it to the grave gotta breathe life into this desert i roam in shame hold a leaf by its windowsill and leap from its pane and paint one city block with my unedible fate it goes i can t taste it i can t taste it cuz it all gets lost can t register its meaning till i figure out its cause so don t you look at me like just another feather fallen from the wings of the angel sent to protect you i m tragic and it all now shows blacking out before the rain comes and wakin up soaked i try to pretend that i m far from what s painfully close and face this displacement of hate in what i faithfully chose but this is obvious and thats exactly why you freeze when you crawl behind my eyelids and peep what i ve been seeing when you fall into your silence i find out what they mean when they say that its the quiet ones that always wanna scream so hush its not about your words your force fed holyness will only make this worse your lore drenched loneliness are scorchin the burns of what god really feels like compared to your words its goes i can t taste it  stand on my own two1