I gave you love to fill old glory
I gave you dreams, you wrote the story
I gave you white sails to reach the Sun
I gave you atoms, you built a bomb
Now there is nothing and I have gone
No more mountains, no more song
No more prayers sent up into space
Only screens left to see your face
Yeah, I got the intel through the inkwell
You do well when you think well
And people are more likely to try to give you hell when you bring hell
It ain't got to begin well, but it's all well if it end well
And then well, a man's still gotta mean well and intend well, even in hell
You were dating misery's friend of a friend, girl
The guard fell
And light broke through the hard shell of an incel
Trapped inside of a statue
Scratched vinyl in a back room
Accumulating in the vacuum
And ruminating in the bathroom
Just an illustration in a tattoo
Blood Moon, blue black Moon
Even if they let me into heaven, I would pro'ly just move back soon
That Dracula Nosferatu, ooh, la-la Sasson
Les Miserables, one little nod at you and I got you
Type shit to lay a clap track to
I can't say it ain't factual
The master remained natural
Should be the answer when they ask you
Of my advantage
The paradise you were handed
Like a pair of dice
And I'm living with uninhibited, unlimited terabytes of
I gave you blue skies, sweet fallacy
I gave you poppies for malady
I gave you white cells, you weaponised
I gave you garlands, you closed your eyes
In paradise (the sad god, the sad god)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
I gave you blue skies
La-la-la, la-la-la
I gave you my life
The sad god, the sad god
In paradise
La-la-la, la-la-la, the sad god
La-la-la, la-la-la, the sad god
La-la-la, la-la-la, the sad god
The sad god, the sad god
