There's a darkness
Enchantress
She's screaming at me
Lungs fill with the acrid air and
I can finally breathe
There is no God, yet angels seem real
I fall down from my high, and still that's what I feel
I like the way
You smash the glass
And cover the wood with pesticide
Throw the match and watch it burn
I dance around, though it hurts my eyes
The radio waves of Americanism
Fade with televangelism
Something about
How you curse yourself
But believe in nothing cause one goes with one
Turns me on and makes me smile
And I'll never worry about not having fun
I wash my hands with angel tears
They don't exist, I'm spiraling here
Sometimes we sit
And feed off the media
And laugh at all the family themes
Tomorrow we'll deny our maker
The world is dying enough as it seems
