Give Up Yr Ghosts
how much of attraction is based on humor?
how many couples met through their computers?
if a lie typed is a lie told
then the facts have never been this cold
how many people fall in love with mistypes?
how many people fall in love with rewrites?
how many people do you really know?
how much beauty comes from burning coal?
if every single screen, died on New Year's Eve
maybe I'd believe, in singularities
I'm saying
nothing is true, and nothing's really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing's really sacred
you just love to hate it
how many faiths go unquestioned?
how many kids hate their singing lessons?
try your best not to preach to the choir
all the singers are so goddamn tired
how many people call themselves stuck up?
how many people think that they're a fuck up
how many people really know themselves?
how many people think they'll burn in hell?
if every single screen, died on New Year's Eve
maybe I'd believe, in singularities
I'm saying
nothing is true, and nothing's really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing's really sacred
you just really love to hate it
nothing begins, and nothing ever ends
what exists has always been
so give up your ghosts, and pull out all your stakes
stick up for yourself but remember
that there's so many other ways
how many couples met through their computers?
if a lie typed is a lie told
then the facts have never been this cold
how many people fall in love with mistypes?
how many people fall in love with rewrites?
how many people do you really know?
how much beauty comes from burning coal?
if every single screen, died on New Year's Eve
maybe I'd believe, in singularities
I'm saying
nothing is true, and nothing's really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing's really sacred
you just love to hate it
how many faiths go unquestioned?
how many kids hate their singing lessons?
try your best not to preach to the choir
all the singers are so goddamn tired
how many people call themselves stuck up?
how many people think that they're a fuck up
how many people really know themselves?
how many people think they'll burn in hell?
if every single screen, died on New Year's Eve
maybe I'd believe, in singularities
I'm saying
nothing is true, and nothing's really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing's really sacred
you just really love to hate it
nothing begins, and nothing ever ends
what exists has always been
so give up your ghosts, and pull out all your stakes
stick up for yourself but remember
that there's so many other ways
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stirm
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