you're one of my favorite gods
but i'm all out of prayers
my head is filled with emptiness
i don't know how to share
i'm succeeding once again
to say in words what i don't mean
nothing's more real than nothing
so i'll apologize to my dreams

promise i'll get cleaner
i just don't want to see the light
cause the grass is always greener
after suicide

i live in dreams i can't remember
but that's maybe for the best
if i drop my shield when you take your swing
this doesn't have to last
so have a seat and take a breath
this is all yours for dessert
your sheep refuse to reproduce
cause the good always die first

if you just remember to forget
i miss you most when you're around
guess this is birth on a deathbed
burn what you have found