We go to sleep
Without a dream
We blur the line
Between living and dying
We take a sacrament and make it horny
We're in the wedding but we're the bachelor party
We're laughing about a speechless thing
We close our eyes to relieve the sting
But I can't keep hiding
From the hound of heaven
I lost my head when
You saw the look on my face
Of true heartbreak
And your eyes glazed ovеr
I was asking myself
If the world recovеrs
We're reality TV
Museums of wax
We give a shape to shit and we call it craft
I feel lonely in my doubt that ignorance is bliss
I've been killing conversations talking about groundlessness
We're white-washed tombs, but we're good at distracting
Ourselves from the show we insist to act in
I've been using a smile to conceal
The fear of feeling what no one else feels
But I can't keep hiding
From the hound of heaven
I lost my head when
You saw the look on my face
Of true heartbreak
And your eyes glazed over
I was asking myself
If the world recovers