You feel closest to God when I do the devil's work!
You feel closest to God when I do the devil's work!

I feel closest to you!
I feel closest to you!
When I'm swallowing dirt!

Dismissed just like expected
Never taken seriously, only blamed for expecting

Push the world into a corner
You bark orders, take orders
Never let me stand post collapse
I suppose that's what my stress disordered
Since I was told to stay away from Benadryl

You can drill it into my brain

Shove it down my throat
Tell me I'm a fuck up
I fucked up
Tell me again!

Without transportation we're made to eat dirt
Drink until my throat burns
Question what the fuck I spent all this much time working for
And why the fuck nothing ever works