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