Two Wuv

I had this little thing A slight disparity Between what I thought I was And what I seemed to be And back then I was so sure Only a noose could end that war But out of stubbornness or spite My feet stayed on the floor The duality I hid Had begun to claw and writhe But those sick, unsightly ids Now run right by my side And I'm still not sure it's safe To attempt to satiate The deviants sat inside Those freaks I love to hate Father, Saint and Mary, I hope you understand But your sermons are fucked and I need to take a stand 'Cause I think that you've been playing this wrong I've come around a thousand times, but I'm still singing this song That day I wrote a couple rhymes Over tunes I didn't write In an attempt to reconcile What keeps me up at night But as ideas began to grow And the track list followed suit The halves I once reviled Had finally settled their dispute Brothers, friends and family, I hope you understand That the person you see is a dark, divided man But the fact is that is just who I am, and I can't Keep selling this façade when I know that it's a scam Father, Saint and Mary, I hope you understand But your sermons are fucked, and it's time to take a stand 'Cause I'm sick of hearing fears and demands Can you tell me the point in preaching if I'm already damned? Who knew that what two can bring could be so unique? This format that you had brought to me Tridential sovereignty To anyone who knows me, I'm sure I sound absurd But I'm an egoistic queer under any definition of the word But I think for the first time in my life That these oddities that bonded me aren't worth the fucking strife So call me sick or crazy if that's what you'd prefer But that rotten melody is one I've already heard And you can stick that shit Where it can't be harmonized I refuse to be the person that my parents eulogize Call me sick or crazy Call me what you'd like Fog so thick and hazy Calls for holy light