God doesn't love me
There are too much that I wanna give vent to,
but there is no confessional
So just pass me an ashtray
Inhale. Exhale.
Curses came out faster than the smoke
and kept staining my mouth and body
Hell,
Let me think of you for a while, is that okay?
You are my soporific, my caffeine
My virus, and my vaccine
My bible, and my dirty magazine
I'm in trouble
We are like two perfect pieces, left from the puzzles
and worship the disdain as the holly god
They cannot change me
Nothing can save me
You try to run away,
run away from the world
But then you, run away,
run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in what I see at this moment
I believe in this drink I hold
But they call me a non-believer
You try to run away,
run away from the world
But then you, run away,
run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat I drop on my hand
I believe in my heart
and love
But they call me a non-believer
Sell me a answer that is ugly, rather than the drug
This answer contains all my fear, innocence and cynicalness
It breaks me into pieces , and resell me into the black market
Totally eat me up
Fate, mission or even destiny
They come for saving but fatally
They come for an unforeseeable future,
serve the root of evilness and illness to this world
It's hell's kitchen,
makes people gather under the greedy bloody signboard
It's said that here is the origin,
they sell their own flavors, and they are actually the same poisons
What makes the most horrible is losing control,
when you only need one meal, but it serves you the whole table
This makes you greedy even you cannot hold the spoon anymore
You believe it blindly,
believe that it's not indigestion until you throw up
You try to run away,
run away from the world
But then you, run away,
run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in what I see at this moment
I believe in this drink I hold
But they call me a non-believer
You try to run away,
run away from the world
But then you, run away,
run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat I drop on my hand
I believe in my heart
and love
But they call me a non-believer
There's no way home
They break my legs for forcing me use the cane
They feed me up with poisonous apples when I am hungry
They make me hold guns and knives but not my arms
Do these make you feel pure?
And, they break my wings and make me crawl on the ground
They disdain me and point at me with that finger
But is it okay if you throw the stones even if you doesn't have the sin?
Isn't throwing stones a sin itself?
Oh God, He doesn't love me
I know, He doesn't love me
Well, neither do I
Neither do I
We are, others.
We are, the others.

