Music: Elliot Greer/Donovan Woods/Zachary Knowles
I’m really not myself.
All your preaching doesn’t help.
I’ve been counting down.
The days until I make it out of hell.
Drove up to the borderling.
To see if I could find.
The little piece of heaven.
I saw posted on the sign.
But I didn’t have the stones.
To leave the parking zone.
So guess I’ll have to turn around and face this sh*t alone.
Always tired of the way everything is a debate.
And always doesn’t change.
Is just a burden.
How did we all get here?
Hate’s a meaner word for fear.
Fueled by Sugar, Prozac& Beer.
Competing others on religion.
Sucking on false traditions.
Pretending we will all be forgiven.
There’s a war coming.
The drummer boy’s drumming.
God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming.
And keeping time to his favorite tune.
The saints, the sinnners.
Both full of spite.
Would you eat the apple?
Did you get it right?
I guess we’ll find out one day soon.
I’m only myself on the weekends.
Everything else is all pretend.
Cut it off before it seeps in,
Or this may be the end.
Slowly dying from all the prying.
Hell, I can’t win.
How did we all get here?
Hate’s a meaner word for fear.
Fueled by Sugar, Prozac& Beer.
Competing others on religion.
Sucking on false traditions.
Pretending we will all be forgiven.
There’s a war coming.
The drummer boy’s drumming.
God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming.
And keeping time to his favorite tune.
The saints, the sinnners.
Both full of spite.
Would you eat the apple?
Did you get it right?
I guess we’ll find out one day soon,
One day soon.
I’m really not myself.
All your preaching doesn’t help.
I’ve been counting down.
The days until I make it out of hell.