Circle

[Intro]
Churches breed fake Christians
A real Christian is a follower of Jesus
A person who is spiritually connected to God

[Verse 1]
Let's get fucked up, fuck life
Earlobes are stretched and my chest is stuck
In a past where I'm happier being spoiled and tucked
In bed by a society that knew what reality was
Drink until you pass out, replace what you hold
Fuck before you make out no regrets, no control
I'm the crease in your conscience that you could never fold
The lies are the lies in the truth that you told, so
I guess remaining oblivious is the best way to take it
The world's on ahead from a body severed
A shape mistakes made
The world is vacated in a void of
Pleasure's word to the post-displacement
He thinks to himself when he's walking on the sidewalk
Contemplating jumping into traffic blind thoughts
Shadowed irrationale forcing the cerebral into
My fault type of options line up and float away with his mind's arc
He throws himself on the highway 495
As the first car crushes his legs he starts to cry in pain
Trucks ripping through his torso
As his eyes become dust and his soul enters the next wormhole
His sins are a result of the pain he was forced into
Last letter to his friends as a stencil
Too painful for him to think or even mention you
I love you

[Chorus]
Is the Universe really that large?
Is God really that tall?
Is Heaven really that far?
'Cause I've always been told to reach for the stars
Is Heaven really that large?
Is God really that tall?
Is Heaven really that far?
But if angels were the sun, I'd find my spirit on Mars

[Verse 2]
I want you dead
Like jumping out of a window head first
I want you to think about me right as your brains burst
Into pieces of just remnants of the memories of what hurts
As someone pisses on your corpses and burns the hearse
She's scared but her anger won't let her leave the fortune
Her vindictiveness is feeding her as she’s choking on courtship
Her eyes run low drug down the hangars of abortion
And stealing food from those in more need for a larger portion
The abuse is beyond the feelings heart can alleviate
So all she can do is avoid and deviate
Dad, why the fuck were you not there?
She cries out an entity that can only hear
Schizophrenia replacing the subtle feeling of soulless
As she plays with clay in the corner pinpointing what the source is
Rape, so she pillages and exterminates
Drinks until her eyes dilate and she regurgitates
You like it here, yeah right there
Put your pins through her males dolls right ear
Succumb her to the travelling
Thoughts in her tears, oh god
No more like, oh Satan
'Cause he's been here more than God has been lately
Nomad's love but abusive and vagrant slave ships
She listens to them, talking outside of her room
He's dead, suicide by traffic, boom!

[Chorus]
Is the Universe really that large?
Is God really that tall?
Is Heaven really that far?
'Cause I've always been told to reach for the stars
Is Heaven really that large?
Is God really that tall?
Is Heaven really that far?
But if angels were the sun, I'd find my spirit on Mars

[Outro]
And those who worship him
Worship him in spirit in the Church
They are spiritually connected to Jesus
Jesus saved my sheep listen to my voice
And a follower
Jesus saved as his holy spirit