God speaks to me through a blue screen He knows where I've been, where I'll be God says I have to fall apart Strip myself of broken parts And when he died, I rolled my eyes Fixated on gore, his blood, it soaks into the floor I've got a lot of death to live for And It's not enough for me to want more Go to a bridge, stand on the edge I don't need to feel, I don't need to think Perfectly lined razors on a filthy sink So, do you wanna play? Do you wanna play? God speaks to me through a blue screen But I don't know what he means