They call holidays an option for a reason.nI heard your coming back to life, just for the fourth.nI've been catching all your ghosts for every season.nI pray to god you won't come back here anymore.nnDo you pray with him too?nnThey should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch.nI wished I'd known that you were bleeding while i sat and watched you reading with the Lord.nnDo read with him, too?nnWhen you look at me.nI'll be digesting your legs.nCause i can hardly see.nWhats in front of me these days.nAnd those days too.nnI've got to take what I'm makingnand turn it into something for you.nI've got to take what I'm makingnand turn it into something for you.nNo I've got to break what I'm makingnI've got to turn it into nothing for you.nOh I've got to break what I'm makingnand turn it into nothing for you.nnGod, my God, where have you been?nOh my God, oh my God, where have you been?nnIf they call holidays an option it's pretentious.nAnd I can feed it with the lions to the Christians.nOh those lions are coming.nOh they're coming.nOh they're coming.nOh they're coming.nOh they're coming.nOh they're coming.nOh they're coming.nnSo God, God, my God, where have you been?nGod, God, my God, exactly how have you been?