Sunk into the grass
Can you try to live the past
Like I did
Through clear eyelids
Please don't tell us why
You're afraid to die
You're blinded
Too close minded
If you think a lot you don't think a lot
You don't think with thoughts
You think with your cock
But you're not the type
And no you're not that bright
You're not in the light not really
Just think for yourself
Maybe get some help
It might work on you
See what god can do
You're stupid enough for therapy to hurt
But not enough to make it work
I know you think you tried
I know how it feels to die
Just try it
You're excited
The tide of heat and nausea
Playback of your trauma
My child did
She's excited
I can hear you thoughts
They're all up in knots
And their missing spots
You can take it off
But never not the cross
You'll never know what you lost
You'll never know what you lost
Until you lose what you got
Just think to be a man
You can't do what you can
But you're leaving your land
And you're already damned
And you look down to see in between your hands
Just think to be a man
If you think a lot you don't think a lot
You don't think with thoughts
You think with your cock
But you're not the type
And no you're not that bright
You're not in the light not really
Just think for yourself
Maybe get some help
It might work on you
See what god can do
You're stupid enough for therapy to hurt
But not enough to make it work