As the night light burned on me, it was an easy task to confess That I buried the hatchet as if it was a law And she saw me digging the hole As the proximity principle burned in me I couldn't shut my mouth So I dug up the hatchet and saw it as a proof But he threw it right back in the hole I used to play that I was God How I lived in a bubble, high above No one could see me 'cause I was God No one could hold me 'cause I was God As the fever held my hand, I couldn't stand up in the crowd So I took the hatchet in my left hand And let the night light burn out I used to play that I was God How I lived in a bubble, high above No one could see me 'cause I was God No one could hold me 'cause I was God I used to play that I was God How I lived in a bubble, high above No one could see me 'cause I was God No one could hold me