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