Mystery Flesh Pit National Park
I never stayed out too late
Or tried to make you hate
We try to help you but maybe that all you do is complain
All of the times your turned your problems to wine
If Jesus was facetious
He'd laugh at you all of the time
God slaps me out of centre frame
I run off trying pick up pieces of my brain but it
Stopped
Working a while ago
Downstairs where he makes his people and toys
I screamed out the loudest noise and the room just went
And then he carried on his job
But then he made a great point
That I never would see beethoven live
All the people around you die sometime
Now I know that not everyone is great
You're just one less person that I hate
I could shoot a bazooka in your home
Pull the trigger before you reach your phone
Instead I'll leave it all behind
Sit at home and wait for your demise
It's coming
I do not mind that
Sitting around
Knowing I'm fine
While you're
Just stuck
Everything's brighter
I cannot help
I might just cry
Knowing im better off
Being
Anyone but you
Now I never would see beethoven live
All the people around you die sometime
Now I know that not everyone is great
You're just one less person that I hate
I could shoot a bazooka in your home
Pull the trigger before you reach your phone
Instead I'll leave it all behind
Sit at home and wait for your demise
A long long time
I'll try to find
A new life
While I wait for your demise
A long long time
I'll try to find
A new life
While I wait for your demise
Or tried to make you hate
We try to help you but maybe that all you do is complain
All of the times your turned your problems to wine
If Jesus was facetious
He'd laugh at you all of the time
God slaps me out of centre frame
I run off trying pick up pieces of my brain but it
Stopped
Working a while ago
Downstairs where he makes his people and toys
I screamed out the loudest noise and the room just went
And then he carried on his job
But then he made a great point
That I never would see beethoven live
All the people around you die sometime
Now I know that not everyone is great
You're just one less person that I hate
I could shoot a bazooka in your home
Pull the trigger before you reach your phone
Instead I'll leave it all behind
Sit at home and wait for your demise
It's coming
I do not mind that
Sitting around
Knowing I'm fine
While you're
Just stuck
Everything's brighter
I cannot help
I might just cry
Knowing im better off
Being
Anyone but you
Now I never would see beethoven live
All the people around you die sometime
Now I know that not everyone is great
You're just one less person that I hate
I could shoot a bazooka in your home
Pull the trigger before you reach your phone
Instead I'll leave it all behind
Sit at home and wait for your demise
A long long time
I'll try to find
A new life
While I wait for your demise
A long long time
I'll try to find
A new life
While I wait for your demise
Credits
Writer(s): Rory Mcdonald
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