Grass grows greener

On the other side

Corn grows sweeter

On the other side

And I watch, And I watch, And I watch

And I see too much

And I broke my face

And my head grows too much



God spits

On my soul

There's something dead inside my hole

In my hole

In my hole

In my hole



I step crueller

But less defined

Striped cats cooler

But so refine

And I want to see

What I want to be

And I see me on a toxic screen

And I'm dancing to a scream



God spits

On my soul

There's something dead inside my hole

In my hole

In my hole

In my hole



How can something crawl within

My rubber holy baked bean tin

It's god to me, it's god to me

This is heart and soul



Oh, heart and soul

Yeah, heart and soul

Oh, heart and soul

Oh, heart heart heart heart and soul

Heart and fucking soul

My heart and soul

My heart and soul

My heart and soul

Heart and soul

Heart and soul

Yeah heart and soul

Yeah heart heart heart heart heart