The Chad Who Loved Me

All come crashing down, your desperate icon

You've got to gob on your desperate icon

You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon

You've got to gob on your desperate icon



Am I a god, or am I Jesus?

Am I a man, or am I a boy?

Do I feel love, or just possession?

Do I feel holy, or nothing at all?



You can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine

And you can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine, sweet Jesus