If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…
We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Your face Transcends Garnish
I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny
You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
It’s quite a process To create a person
It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel
Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective
