Infections Of A Different Kind

It's a feeling growing old with time Like restless inner leaves coming down The world is a hole and we all seem to fall Down and down And the universe is growing tall And we're all caving into dreams of the space Unfolding her arms cannot do any harm Violent contractions And if there is a God, would we even know his name? And if there is a God, I think he would shake his head And turn away So belong to a soul Be God in the shape of a girl Who walks this world And I beg, I beg to be drained From the pain I've soaked myself in So I can stay okay And more than okay for a while For a while, for a while Infections of a different kind The world is being attacked by your pain If I'm the world then why would I hurt All that is living? And if there is a God, would he then believe in us? Ah ah And if there is a God, I think he can't hear all of us Belong to a soul Be God in the shape of a girl Who walks this world And I beg, I beg to be drained From the pain I've soaked myself in So I can stay okay And more than okay for a while For a while, for a while This is the breath, this is the breath