the absence of god will bring your comfort, baby
and plannings for the poor so let’s pretend that we’re rich
and i’m not my body for how i choose to destroy it
folk singers sing songs for the working, baby
we’re just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers
there’s no relief for the bleeding heart
driving out into the sun let the ultraviolet cover me up went looking for a creation myth ended up with a pair of cracked lips windows down scream along to some america first rap country song a slaughterhouse an outlet mall slot machines fear of god windows down heater on big bolts of lightning hanging low over the coast everyone's convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship either way we're not alone i’ll find a new place to be from a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends no i’m not afraid to disappear the billboard said "the end is near" i turned around there was nothing there yeah i guess the end is here
Cynthia Erivo is not of this earth also this song is really a balm for me right now. highly recommend singing along poorly and at top volume for good emotional release. some choice lyrics: “I don’t need you to love me. I don’t need you to love.”
“Got my house, it still keeps the cold out. Got my chair when my body can’t hold out.”
“I believe I have inside of me everything that I need to live a bountiful life”
“I will stand as tall as the tallest tree”
“I’m thankful for every day that I’m given, both the easy and the hard ones I’m living”