Rot

Talk to God, she's a friend of mine

She helps me go outside, brings me back to life

But I, I had to kill her in my head that night

I wanna sleep in your golden light

I wanna dance the round and not get tired

I wanna kiss the ground and set the world on fire

They walk around with a gratitude

I wanna figure it out, I wanna have it too

I saw the lines on the picture of myself I drew

They're only lies even if I try to make them true

All the colors in the sky that I did not use

I wanna take them all, I wanna paint them blue

Sometimes he loves me like an animal, like an afterthought

But the axe of God, it's

Swinging low so don't get caught

Or cut to pieces on the open rock

Could you believe it when you're alone in your thoughts

Give us a place to roam, give us a place to rot

I talk to God I do what I'm told

I know self defense, I know self control

I wanna lean to the will of a greater soul

I wanna spit it up 'til the well is full

I'll be taking off the edges 'til it all goes dull

I need to kill this pain, I need to paint it gold