Godeatgod
Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down and hold yourselfDear god can you climb off that tree meat in the shape of a TDear god the paper says you were the King in the black limousineDear John and all the King's men can't put your head together again
Before the bulletsBefore the fliesBefore authorities take out my eyesThe only smiling are you dolls that I madeBut you are plastic so are your brains
Dear god the sky is as blue as a gunshot woundDear god if you were alive you know we'd kill you
Before the bulletsBefore the fliesBefore authorities take out my eyesThe only smiling are you dolls that I madeBut you are plastic so are your brains