The trumpet in that ancient band
She said “It\'s hot, the way you stand.”
A stubborn heart inside this man
Infinite love buried under sand
I cannot take this anymore!
I wanna get the fuck out!
I\'m gonna work more days each week
One day I will have clout
Random lines to pass the time
It just shows that the state
I\'ve been in; static unreality
Makes all chaos…no straights
7 years of existential tears
Like nothing is even real
I will strain at this cruel game
I\'m not the devil\'s meal!
I do not even feel a thing
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
If he dies will I even cry?
Unfolding until it\'s true
All so weird…I want to own it
I’ll kill the shame
But won’t disown it
All was in dear Christ\'s atonement
But I don\'t see it in the moment