Sick, in my dreams. In reality it seems
That I am not the same.
There is a lot that has changed since then.
Since the lord came down
Since he came down from his throne
Since the lord came down,
Chewed me up, and spit me out.
Fools, like take you
Multiply your bullshit by two and you'll
Have me scratching walls
At least I know that that's just the kick
In the balls that life is when the lord comes down.
It splits your head in two. It finds a hell that suits you
It wills you to believe.
It wills your mind to prove it to you
Why don't the lord come down from his throne,
Chew us up, and spit us out?
