It was so simple, as most stories are
It isn't rocket science when it comes to faithful hearts
As always I was lighting up the fire
That would spread around and burn all my desires
But the glow inside made me feel so lost
I left myself somewhere in the dust
Well nothing seems to fit in this box
Except ticking clocks
We all are a dream of a drunken god
The particles keep crashing in
I will give in
You'd feel so stupid watching in reverse
All of the crazy sh** that he made you rehearse
You practice all the moves and the steps
While he spoon-feeds you with a daily dose of meds
The counter ticks, atoms fall apart
Forming structures resembling my broken heart
Just take your index finger and your thumb
And form a gun
To absolve the world, eliminate yourself
Keep crashing in
You will give in
We all are a scheme of a vengeful god
The particles are crashing in
I will give in
To absolve the world, eliminate yourself
Just take your index finger and your thumb
And form a gun
I believe in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
But who will guide my heart when I let him guide my mind
We are slaves of dead gods that we create
The particles keep crashing in