They say that God is love

And I believe them

Don't fear the random fate;

I trust the hand of the almighty and the infinite.



His truth

Is marching on

His truth is marching on



Let me know your enormity and my tininess and

Help me see your infinity and my finite-ness and



I'm fucking starved for love

I deeply need to feel connection with the infinite

I want the nourishment

I need to drink it just like water, and it will sustain me



My heart is yearning now

My arms are aching for some girl or other, didn't want me

And still I need you more

Need you to soothe this searing sadness, and the nameless gnawing.