there's something so very strange
about having to rearrange
the thoughts inside my head
in order to go to bed
because i just want to sleep
but my brain wants one more peep
and, Lord, here's my soul to keep
im surrendering to the demons now
my mind is just another black cloud
and the devil keeps me warm
and i could have sworn
that i was alright
but not tonight
the owls are calling me
jesus is falling
and he can't get back up

there's a tear in my soul
a lovely broken hole
that not even god can mend
it's got beautifully messed up ends
and the inside is a galaxy
but satan took one look at me
and he said he could fix it
so he tied me up with stitches
and set me free

and now i ask, "what has god ever done for me"

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