Tell God to Lose My Number
Can we start over, rewind?
We'll go back to when I was five
And we'll try it again with the eyes of beholders
No longer compelled to look over my shoulder
Casting Christ from my mind
No need to edit to suit the Divine
Forming memories that could be all mine this time
Oh what a waste to grow up like your soul's on the line
Renouncing aspects of myself
To keep my soul unfit for hell
Only to wind up in a hell of my design
Now I still live in mortal fear of an immortal holy ghost
When I know
I know
I know that ghosts aren't real
And now is more important than what happens when we die
Nature was never properly introduced to me
As anything more than just proof
That there's only ever been one right way
To shape who we are, which is to pray and obey
Never trusting that fallible "you"
We'll insist on our exclusive rights to the truth
Keep your eyes shut tight; soon those mountains will move
Oh what a curious way to choose to squander my youth
Renouncing aspects of myself
To keep my soul unfit for hell
Only to wind up in a hell of my design
And I still live in mortal fear of an immortal holy ghost
When I know
I know
I know that ghosts aren't real
And now is more important than what happens when we die
Cause if those pearly gates charge an entry fee
And I can't even bring my friends
What the hell makes you think I'd even want to get in?
So keep your "good news" to yourself
Yes, I've heard of the Bible
Mine's at home on a shelf
Collecting dust to dust
To dust to dust
Reclaiming aspects of myself
Emerging from my prison cell
And I've been burning down this hell that I designed
Oh, but I still live in mortal fear of that immortal holy ghost
When I know, I know that ghosts aren't real
And neither is eternity
Cause the only thing that's real
Is me
And now is more important than what happens when we die
I said, this life is more important
Than what happens when we die
We'll go back to when I was five
And we'll try it again with the eyes of beholders
No longer compelled to look over my shoulder
Casting Christ from my mind
No need to edit to suit the Divine
Forming memories that could be all mine this time
Oh what a waste to grow up like your soul's on the line
Renouncing aspects of myself
To keep my soul unfit for hell
Only to wind up in a hell of my design
Now I still live in mortal fear of an immortal holy ghost
When I know
I know
I know that ghosts aren't real
And now is more important than what happens when we die
Nature was never properly introduced to me
As anything more than just proof
That there's only ever been one right way
To shape who we are, which is to pray and obey
Never trusting that fallible "you"
We'll insist on our exclusive rights to the truth
Keep your eyes shut tight; soon those mountains will move
Oh what a curious way to choose to squander my youth
Renouncing aspects of myself
To keep my soul unfit for hell
Only to wind up in a hell of my design
And I still live in mortal fear of an immortal holy ghost
When I know
I know
I know that ghosts aren't real
And now is more important than what happens when we die
Cause if those pearly gates charge an entry fee
And I can't even bring my friends
What the hell makes you think I'd even want to get in?
So keep your "good news" to yourself
Yes, I've heard of the Bible
Mine's at home on a shelf
Collecting dust to dust
To dust to dust
Reclaiming aspects of myself
Emerging from my prison cell
And I've been burning down this hell that I designed
Oh, but I still live in mortal fear of that immortal holy ghost
When I know, I know that ghosts aren't real
And neither is eternity
Cause the only thing that's real
Is me
And now is more important than what happens when we die
I said, this life is more important
Than what happens when we die
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Writer(s): Suzannah Bell
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