[Intro: Backxwash]
I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods
I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love
I fear love, I fear God, I fear only Gods
I fear love, I fear God, I fear so much love

[Verse 1: Backxwash]
I ask my soul forgiveness
Lord has given many chances
I show no commitment
Broken, whittling, cold descriptions
I see Holy Spirits
More ambitious, no magicians
Corpus Christi, old religion
Honor system, lost and timid
And do y’all know guilty?
Pastor told me it is working
God I give my life for life
He keeps showing me it’s hurting
I still feel like it's for him
He's so cold and is determined
I see sorrow in his mojo as these poems inkеd in cursive
Should I follow till tomorrow
Then mosey down to sеrvice?
Take a sip of this Ol’ Ricin
Mixed with codeine it’d be perfect
I see glory in conversion
I feel morbid as it worsens
I see horror in this person
But he told me there is purpose
Should we open these old verses
Read the story of the Earth?
I am holed up in this church
With these apocalyptic sermons
And I ain’t gon drink the kool-aid
'Cause it’s over if it works
But I hate my life, I’ll swallow it and gobble it, so perfect
[Chorus: Sad13]
It’s a miracle or hoax
What sits at the back of my throat
And cuts to my soul
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah)
What’s knowable’s unknown
Who gets to the top of the throne?
I’m ready to learn
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 2: Backxwash]
Open the door, don’t leave it shut
Toes on the floor, my knees in cuffs
Dragging myself to some help
With my damage of self
And it’s all with the baggage I’ve held
Chords are so sore, I’m screaming fuck
Summon the hoards, pick me up
Devils and Angels will fight for the rest of my soul
Lifeless in wake of the storm
I’ll probably never ever find peace
Give it five weeks for a fine sleep
Hotel room with a wine stink
Blinds creaked, couldn’t find me
Room service through the eye bleed
Who’s person on the ID?
News spreading, suicidey
Was anticipated didn’t think she’d make it
Like, damn
[Chorus: Sad13]
It’s a miracle or hoax
What sits at the back of my throat
And cuts to my soul
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah)
What’s knowable’s unknown
Who gets to the top of the throne?
I’m ready to learn
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Outro: Ada Rook on guitar]