I'm starting to believe that there's a God and he hates me
I'm starting to believe that my mom
Lied about grace and divinity,
And it hurts like a sunburn,
Wakes me up from a deep sleep

I parked on the street out in front of st. Mary's.
I watched people leave, from the mass in the evening.
With my windows down
I can still hear the gospel choir singing
I stayed in the car, and the light
From the stained-glass window didn't reach me

The cicadas are deafening,
Their voices caught in the breeze
You're not walking next to me
All alone is all I'll ever be
You're not walking next to me
I'm getting by
The only faith I had left was a lie

The leeches died, it turns out
My blood was poison the whole time
If someone bombed heaven,
The sky would look like it did, tonight,
All fractured and outlines.
Get me out of here alive.