Pure Leaf

Low, grieve at her altar

Do not touch the red door

I'm starting to remember

Ain't no way

I'm doing this again

I can feel my skin

Falling off the bone

Given too much

My body

My mind

And my soul

I'm a husk of who I been

With a smile so fake

Slow, swinging at an open jaw

Screaming til she sew me shut

Perfect but so unfair

Ain't no way

I'm doing this again

I can feel my skin

Falling off the bone

Given too much

My body

My mind

And my soul

I'm a husk of who I been

With a smile so fake

It is all terrifying, isn't it?

If God is real and He has such a fragile ego

That He only helps us when we beg Him

And shower Him with praise

And He hates gay people for being

Who He made them to be

Well that's terrifying

If there's no God

And we're just horny microscopic ants

Floating through space with no divine purpose

And no hope to achieve eternal life

Well, that's terrifying, too

I'm scared just saying it out loud

Either the church is true

Or it is a fraud

It is the church and Kingdom of God

Or it is nothing

Do you agree with that?

Then I want you to choose which door to go through

Based on your faith

I'm asking you to choose between belief

Or disbelief

(I don't know)

Ain't no way

I'm doing this again

I can feel my skin

Falling off the bone

Given too much

My body

My mind

And my soul

I'm a husk of who I been

With a smile so fake

Ain't no way

I'm doing this again

I can feel my skin

Falling off the bone

Given too much

My body

My mind

And my soul

I'm a husk of who I been

With a smile so fake