Why are you watching me crawl from here? Up from the bottom I've engineered my patience and some mild relations.
Seems I've forgotten the friends I made. Over and over they left in decay. I hope I don't need me in the afterlife.
But, who really wants to know what's true way down deep below? Cause the view from the bottom isn't nice.
Praise God is what some of these bad dogs say. Too late for someone like me to learn to pray. I'm God's favorite anyway.
Fates at the door to smile and greet ya. There ain't nobody else out there dying to meet you this time around. Yeah, you burned them all down and...
Who really wants to know what's true way down deep below? Cause the view from the bottom isn't nice.
So I step back another decade or two. Blind myself under the sun of a much more vacant view. There the laughter will ensue.
And the chinks in the armor will call in the fight. Jesus, Mary and Joseph will testify to the reign of this kingdom unbecoming.
And who really wants to know what's true way down deep below? Cause the view from the bottom isn't nice.
Yeah, who really wants to know what's true way down deep below? Cause the view from the bottom isn't nice.
Who really wants to know what's true way down deep below? I am telling you that this view from the bottom isn't nice.