Music: Elliot Greer/Donovan Woods/Zachary Knowles
I am really not myself
All your preaching doesn't help
I been counting down the days 'til I make it out of hell
Drove up to the border line
Just to see if I could find
That little piece of heaven I saw posted on a sign
But I didn't have the stones to leave the parking zone
So guess I'll have to turn around and face this shit alone
Always so tired of the way
Everything is a debate
And anyone who doesn't change is just a burden
How did we all get here?
Hate's a meaner word for fear
Fueled by sugar, Prozac and beer
Competing others on religion
Suckling on false traditions
Pretending we will all be forgiven
There's a war a coming
The drummer boy's drumming
God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming
And keeping time to his favorite tune
The saints, the sinners, both full of spite
Would you eat the apple? Did you get it right?
I guess we'll all find out one day soon
I am only myself on the weekend
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 and beer
Competing others on religion
Suckling on false traditions
Pretending we will all be forgiven
There's a war a coming
The drummer boy's drumming
God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming
And keeping time to his favorite tune
The saints, the sinners, both full of spite
Would you eat the apple? Did you get it right?
I guess we'll all find out one day soon
One day soon
(One day soon)
I am really not myself
All your preaching doesn't help
I been counting down the days 'til I make it out of hell