Microwave - Thinking of You, lyrics

They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven Around the base of God's great golden throne And sculpted me the archetypal villain Of all the children's stories I was told And I've been told Believe me I've been told There's been something about you I've never liked Something insincere about that look up in your eyes And I can tell that it's been hell that's keeping you alive But you ain't spoke a word for my entire f**ing life So, I've been clenching my jaw Grinding my teeth up under my sheets You're playing with me. (Pull, pull) Grinding my teeth up under my sheets Oh God you've gotta calm my thoughts With every Benzodiazepine and Elavil you've got And I'll rot Cause all your prescriptions Won't fix the real cause It's you God And all the f**ed up scare tactics you use on me You've got in my weak spots And you're sick, sick sick sick! Ba-da-da-daa[x2] You're playing with me Oh God you've gotta I've got an angel that keeps me from thinking The hairs on her soft skin couch me, I'm sinking