God/fuck

God
I can walk on water
But I'm a liar just like god
You can defend your tales of eden
Weight of life is finally gone

I don't like the hype
I sink on land
Can barely stand
The sins of natural things in life
We're made to think aren't in our hands

Fuck
My mind is a like a picket sign that soon will be replaced
Your tradition is just a vision from these wastes of this fucking race
Happiness and hate is just another dead lie
Nine to fives with neck ties. Broken signs, no free rides

Any brain can hide but few can stand
Cash wars in the street take flight over land
And the world's gonna sink because we're caught up in the bucks
Picket signs on the street. Waiting lines that fuck us

Any promises can stray. Nightmares in your brain

Just comb your hair, then shine your shoes while soaking in the morning news

Any brain can hide but few can stand
No picket signs. I sink on land
Shut off your mind
Destroy your ties
Hang up and fuck your nine to fives