The Grocery

I don't know where I'm going but I'm going anyways So you leave the apartment, grab the gun under the bed I want to reach above the paradox where nobody can see Want to hold a light to paradigm and strip it to its feet I want to feel the way my father felt, is it easier for me? I want to know if there's a higher love oblivious to me So you walk in the grocery and you unload several rounds "Don't you dare move a muscle," cardboard cutout ads I want to reach above the paradox where nobody can see Want to hold a light to paradigm and strip it to its feet I want to feel the way your father felt, was it easy for belief? I want to know if there's a higher love he saw that I can't see Looking back, it's obvious now You believe him or you don't So you load up your pistol and you press it to your lips And you squeeze on the trigger, all it does is clicks I want to reach above the para-blind where nobody could see Want to hold a light to paradise and see if I could sleep I want to feel the way our fathers felt when it swept them off their feet I want to know about that higher love you saw that can't be seen The only obvious equation, you believe it or you don't I've been trying to find the right way to get out of here I've been trying to find the right way to get out of here This is the only way to go This is the only way