Hated myself for fifty-six days but didn't know why
Saw a shameful image of yesterday
It's sharper than you think, you'll miss it if you blink
But fuck, if it catches, it sticks with you
Try to compromise without distrusting
You can only hear in tiny doses
The blasphemy is beyond me
You can suck on whoever you want
I'm in a box
All my faults in being is with religion
You can ask them why
They'll say that they're just our institutions
I'm in a box
All my faults in being is with religion
You can ask them why
They'll say that they're just our institutions
Hated myself for fifty-six days
But didn't know why
I'm in a box
All my faults in being is with religion
You can ask them why
They'll say that they're just our institutions, oh
Come at me, come at me
Come at me, come at me
Come at, come at me, me
Liar, liar, liar!
Liar, liar!