Album: The Marika EP
Take me far away,
Under the bridge where they do cocaine
To the church where they fix your brain
Anything will do.
I wanna stay this way,
Born a needle, but I'm duller now
I've wasted years in my hay bale hideout
Making escape plans
And He'll come, descending on a cloud
No ozone left to start one, no faith left to draw a crowd
But he'll come, and as the trumpet sounds,
We'll turn to him together and ask that he turn it down, Turn it down
Who is really safe?
I need answers for the world's mistakes
Getting cancer or a bellyache
Nobody picks their straw
This is how the story ends
I'll rise to the pearly gates
Order fries and a chocolate shake,
While angels pat me down
And He'll come, descending on a cloud
No ozone left to start one, no faith left to draw a crowd
But He'll come, and as the trumpet sounds,
We'll turn to him together and ask that he turn it down, Turn it down
It's not my move to make
I'm just a pawn in checkmate,
A hand-me-down-crown with jewel fakes,
Waiting for my king
When He comes, descending on that cloud
No hay bales left to hide in, no religion left to doubt
When he comes, and I hope he's coming soon
The world's already wasted, I'll rise above the ruin
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