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I guess you could say i've always lived on sand
Watching a savior trace my sins into them,
And he said 'watch' and the wind would blow them away
Then he'd fill me with stories of the wickedness of man,
And I grew scared,
He said someday he'd return
To make written word come true,
To break every church pew,
And you could save your life by singing Hallelujah and saying grace,
The pearly gates would let you in
But Jesus Christ my savior I just can't do that without a solid hand to grasp,
Preferably with holes and a broken back that he could heal in an instant
But only after walking across the Atlantic
And bringing me a foreign basin to wash my feet in
Because we know i'm so dirty.
But Yahweh, my god something isn't working,
You're becoming more of a ghost then I ever thought you could be,
You're floating away and you can't hold my hand,
I planted your seed inside my stomach, won't you bloom?
I'm so wilted and i'm burnt soil I know, but won't you just fucking bloom?
Dig your roots deep into me,
You said I just had to believe...
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I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier,
He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.
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