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Don't make me go back to the church Don't make me swallow no stars Don't make me lean on no gods I don't trust 'em one bit Don't make me sing to clouds Don't say I'm so depraved Saint in all my nightmares Be the calm, be the goal, be the goal, be the goal Oh ma, I hate to dissapoint you Oh papa, I'm just grabbing that lighting Oh love, I'm sorry for promises made with no intentions Don't take me on back to the church Why y'all got mouths for ears? Mercedes, Lexus in your driveway, don't you fucking see the Beggars at your doorstep? Token home for the broken, or broken home made for tocking on The blood of Bible's thick trees, blunt folks with blunt minds And blank eyes and blank smiles and Where is Gabriel? Where is Michael? Where the angels? I wanted to be here I wanted to stay here I love you to death but I won't make my grave here I wanted to be here I wanted to stay here I love you to death but I won't make my grave here Where is the angels I knew in the Bible? I heard, I can't see it, don't pray for survival I know That there's more I call on the Lord, he doesn't pick up the phone If you still have my number, I hope you remember Goodbye, I'm gone