Finger

You found god at the top of a building
Now you jump to get the feeling again
The cool breeze and your body in motion
Is enough to feel utter regret

All signs lead to nowhere
There is no distinctive plan
I point my finger back at you
You judgemental so called friend

You found fear in the drawer of the nightstand
Of your compensated high rise hotel
A phone call and that old sinking feeling
You forget that you were going to hell

All signs lead to nowhere
There is no distinctive plan
I point my finger back at you
You judgemental so called friend

All signs lead to nowhere
There's no sin, no rules, no man
I cut my finger off and bleed

It's ok, I'm alright
It's ok, I'm alright

You're not good and you're not evil either
You're a talking monkey spinnin in space
Let go and imbibe in the nothing
And baby then you'll get a feeling of ease

All signs lead to nowhere
There's no sin, no rules, no man
I cut my finger off and bleed

It's ok, I'm alright
You ok? I'm alright
Yea you're ok, it's alright



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Writer(s): Chris Jonsson
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