I wanna start doing heroin,
Just to piss off the straight edge kids again,
I wanna start a Christian death metal band,
Because my youth pastor says that Jesus says that I can.
These churches are all you can eat buffets,
Where you can pick and choose what you want the Bible to say,
It says return from whence you came,
You don't deserve to scream my name.
I am an artist,
And my canvas is your heart,
I am an artist,
And I'm tearing you apart.
Guess what...
Bodies are hard to sell,
But they're selling like drugs in this Midwestern hell hole,
Bodies are hard to sell,
But they're ours and ours to sell,
They're trying to rape my sense of pride,
By trying to control the songs I write,
But when my love feels so contrived,
I feel like a prostitute at an open mic again,
But I am an artist,
And my canvas is your heart,
I am an artist,
And I'm tearing you apart.
And is what they're saying true,
Am I a TV show that you subscribe to,
'Cause somewhere in my apartment there's a camera crew,
And they're filming every motherfucking thing I do,
I'm guessing in 15 years I'll croak,
And realize my life is a series of inside jokes,
Where they laughed at all my pain,
And mocked all the days that I spent insane,
So I'm tearing apart my walls,
There's got to be some clues some factors like,
Where are the microphones,
And why are my friends such good actors,
Why are my friends such good actors.
All my friends are parasites,
When they look into my eyes all they see are dollar signs,
All my friends are parasites,
Every single one,
Every single one,
So save your breath for the pearly gates,
I'm sure Jesus will have something to say,
About smuggling drugs into cornerstone,
The lies that you told and the friendships you've blown,
But he's not the same God I knew,
Not the same God that I was raised to,
He's not the same God I saw,
When you asked if the Bible had some flaws,
'Cause I've got some questions,
Such as, who gets to kill my wife's ex-boyfriend,
Who gets to end his worthless life,
Who gets to marry they're high school sweetheart,
Well I dropped out, so I married his instead.
All my friends are parasites,
When they look into my eyes all they see are dollar signs,
All my friends are parasites,
Every single one,
Every single one,
All my friends are parasites,
When they look into my eyes all they see are dollar signs,
All my friends are parasites,
Every single one,
Every single one,
Every single one,
Every single one,
Of them.
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Memorial For A Dove
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