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