Low, grieve at her altar
Do not touch the red door
I'm starting to remember

Ain't no way I'm doing this again
I can feel my skin falling off the bone
Given too much, my body, my mind and my soul
I'm a husk of who I been with a smile so fake

Slow, swinging at an open jaw
Screaming till she sew me shut
Perfect but so unfair

Ain't no way I'm doing this again
I can feel my skin falling off the bone
Given too much, my body, my mind and my soul
I'm a husk of who I been with a smile so fake

It is all terrifying, isn't it?
If God is real and He has such a fragile ego
That He only helps us when we beg Him and shower Him with praise
And He hates gay people for being what He made them to be
Well, that's terrifying
If there's no God, and we're just horny microscopic ants
Floating on a rock through space with no divine purpose
And no hope to achieve eternal life, well
That's terrifying too
I'm scared just saying it out loud
Either the church is true, or it is a fraud
It is the church and Kingdom of God, or it is nothing
Do you agree with that?
Then I want you to choose which door to go through based on your faith
I'm asking you to choose between belief and disbelief
I don't know
Ain't no way I'm doing this again
I can feel my skin falling off the bone
Given too much, my body, my mind and my soul
I'm a husk of who I been with a smile so fake

Ain't no way I'm doing this again
I can feel my skin falling off the bone
Given too much, my body, my mind and my soul
I'm a husk of who I been with a smile so fake