Heaven

Why try, yourself away
We didn't come here for the GPA
sell your life, we'll sell ya day
God's Dead we killed him, that's my A.T.A

Death crept close, breathing down my neck
Forever cold shoulder, self hatred in my head
It seems like it's not only me, who wants me dead
Maybe god my creator, and all my ex girlfriends

I know I've hit a new peak
Fucked up the past few weeks
Its wearing down my soul, 'mistake ain't cheap
After all I've been livin' diagnosable dreams

My life, my love, my security
You caught me gettin' down on my knees
My blood, my bones, my heart, my feet
Take whatever else you want from me

Wasted time spent staring at a ceiling fan
Chain marks of a necklace pulled clean off the back of my neck

Yah I get all the sex-obsessed suicidal ones
I guess all these pretty faces have their own problems

Let me jot down a list, and cross off
Every name that just fucked me up and made me more lost

My life, my love, my security
You caught me gettin' down on my knees
My blood, my bones, my heart, my feet
Take whatever else you want from me

You want from me
What more do you want from me
You want from me

(Why try, yourself away
We didn't come here for the GPA
Sell your life, we'll sell ya day
God's Dead we killed him, that's my A.T.A)

(Why try, yourself away
We didn't come here for the GPA
Sell your life, we'll sell ya day
God's Dead we killed him, that's my A.T.A)

There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
Hurts to live, hurts to die, hurts to keep breathing

There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
Hurts to live, hurts to die, hurts to keep breathing

There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
Hurts to live, hurts to die, hurts to keep breathing

There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
There's a hole in my chest where my god used to be
Hurts to live, hurts to die, hurts to keep breathing

Death crept close, breathing down my neck
Forever cold shoulder, self hatred in my head
It seems like it's not only me, who wants me dead
Maybe god my creator, and all my ex DEAD GIRLFRIENDS



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Richard Ormandy, Sasha Yatchenko, Jayson M. Dezuzio
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