Fuck, Dantooine Is Big

Get to the church light
I need to reaffirm
With God that I'm none of His concern
Leave me in therapy
Maybe someday I'll be okay
Fit for release

But don't hold your breath
Misguided notions of what I do best comes to mind
Leading me to see nothing except the back of that formal piece of shit
Well I'm done, so convince someone else

They're functionless
Every part of a made up mess
They're functionless
Every part of a made up mess

And if doc' said to me that I'm not worthless
I bet that I can finally prove it
Those fingernails are growing into my skin
Trembling like a headache
I'm awake feeling nostalgic
Those pair of lenses know that my head is still talking

I hope I sleep tonight
And I hope you keep fiending
Over the white and red miserable death pumping in your chest
Wasting away any trace of normal blood so the fingers feel drunk
Erasing any prospect that the rest of life will feel less numb

We'll make it out, it's been too many days
We're all fed up inside our graves
We'll make it out, it's been too many days
We're all fed up inside our graves

No we won't, I tried enough to know we won't
Give it up, I tried enough so give it up
(We'll make it out, it's been too many days)
(We're all fed up inside our graves)
(We'll make it out, it's been too many days)
(We're all fed up inside our graves)

I've got my head back
I've got (1, 2, 3, 4)
I've got my head back again

I'm thinking of the time when everyone was yelling
For us to stop being such pests
Andy is outside looking at his insides and Alex moved out west
When you're alone eating your own throat
Does it hurt this much to laugh?
Talking to yourself and made up names
Telling you "we'll be right back"