Left at London
God Loves Everyone (’Cept For Me)
the length of my legs,
the weight of my bones
They're often distracting
When I'm not alone
I wanna rip off my skin
And watch myself die
If blood soaks the ground,
Then just hang me to dry
And I always can follow the word of God
When it seems convenient for me
If I die one day
At least let me do it my way
Hung by the noose on the family tree
God loves everyone 'cept for me
Lost all of my mind,
And every curve
It's not what I want
But it's what I deserve
I wanna tug on this rope
That sticks from my breast
And hope everything
Will turn out for the best
So somebody call me a hospital
This faggot is losing it's breath
If I die one day
At least let me do it my way
Hung by the noose on the family tree
God loves everyone 'cept for me