Truth Hurts
Wake up stupid
Stop waiting for cupid
He's useless
The truth is
Love is like a twisted joke
Like an egg with no yolk
No nutrients
Just misguided hope so
I take a toke and
Try to poke some holes so
I can breathe
Cellophane love is smothering me
Feels like I've got a disease
Queazy and uneasy
Sick but not sneezing
I just keep believing
But it leaves me broken and heaving
And I know it's not just the season
I can't find a reason
It feels like self treason
I'm leaning so hard to the left
It's sinister
Keep waiting for God to administer Truth
To sooth the youth
That keep shooting for hoops
And then end up troops in a
War
That they don't belong in
The rich trying to rob them
Of their innocence
To make dividends
Sending them to desert hells
To fire shells
And ring bells of Pavlov's dogs
They're drooling at the thought
But guess who's not
That Holy Ghost Host can't boast like He wants to
The system is broken
No one knows who to go to
If you bring up the Bible the masses roast you
So what is a heavenly ghost supposed to do
All the light kept out of sight
While darkness quickly slips inside
No safety bars on this ride
So step inside and prepare to die
Yeah
Prepare to die
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
Did I forget to mention
I wish I didn't try so hard to fit in
Livid
These vivid dreams are haunting
Keep wanting a place to call home
But home is where the heart is
So where do I start this
My heart is long gone
It's been pulled apart
Left it on the target
And she threw the dart
If I was smart
I would have put it away
Instead of leaving it out
Just to mold and decay but
Day after day
I stay faded and pray
But the world has gone tribal
And they spit on the Bible now
Narcissistic and proud
And obnoxiously loud
They try to drown out all the logic
with feelings and hog's spit
Troubling times
But who draws the line
Shit
Happens every time
All they'll do is whine
While ignoring the shine of the obvious signs
Don't they know that the end is nigh
The spirits got the public blind
In swift decline
Blurring every line
Divide them to sides
It's social Russian roulette
I bet the games already set
Yet
I keep looking for that sunken chest
A hidden treasure left hidden forever
Til humans can fucking get it together
Seems like they'll find it
Never
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
Did I forget to mention
Stop waiting for cupid
He's useless
The truth is
Love is like a twisted joke
Like an egg with no yolk
No nutrients
Just misguided hope so
I take a toke and
Try to poke some holes so
I can breathe
Cellophane love is smothering me
Feels like I've got a disease
Queazy and uneasy
Sick but not sneezing
I just keep believing
But it leaves me broken and heaving
And I know it's not just the season
I can't find a reason
It feels like self treason
I'm leaning so hard to the left
It's sinister
Keep waiting for God to administer Truth
To sooth the youth
That keep shooting for hoops
And then end up troops in a
War
That they don't belong in
The rich trying to rob them
Of their innocence
To make dividends
Sending them to desert hells
To fire shells
And ring bells of Pavlov's dogs
They're drooling at the thought
But guess who's not
That Holy Ghost Host can't boast like He wants to
The system is broken
No one knows who to go to
If you bring up the Bible the masses roast you
So what is a heavenly ghost supposed to do
All the light kept out of sight
While darkness quickly slips inside
No safety bars on this ride
So step inside and prepare to die
Yeah
Prepare to die
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
Did I forget to mention
I wish I didn't try so hard to fit in
Livid
These vivid dreams are haunting
Keep wanting a place to call home
But home is where the heart is
So where do I start this
My heart is long gone
It's been pulled apart
Left it on the target
And she threw the dart
If I was smart
I would have put it away
Instead of leaving it out
Just to mold and decay but
Day after day
I stay faded and pray
But the world has gone tribal
And they spit on the Bible now
Narcissistic and proud
And obnoxiously loud
They try to drown out all the logic
with feelings and hog's spit
Troubling times
But who draws the line
Shit
Happens every time
All they'll do is whine
While ignoring the shine of the obvious signs
Don't they know that the end is nigh
The spirits got the public blind
In swift decline
Blurring every line
Divide them to sides
It's social Russian roulette
I bet the games already set
Yet
I keep looking for that sunken chest
A hidden treasure left hidden forever
Til humans can fucking get it together
Seems like they'll find it
Never
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
No I don't want your medicine
It won't clean up a debt of sin
It don't taste good going in
And all those fucked up side effects
Did I forget to mention
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Writer(s): Adrian Hubertus Boeckeler
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