I met a demon on the A32, he said his name was chris

[Chorus]
God is not preparing you for shit
Your just suffering
Oh the face I made when she had told me she's in love with him
I was punching right into my face, I guess it's bruising then
Locked inside this cubicle I heard her laugh again

Demons in my mental
They flow down and search for pain
While they were feeding on my carcass
Oh they take some from my brain
Plenty shit had changed
Time won't fucking stay the same
She's calling out his name
He's asking if she came
Bae I think there's dеmons round these parts
And we should call thеm by our names
I still carry silver crosses from our long forgotten faith
These creatures come in pairs
And I just watch as they gave chase
Surrending my breath this precious fluid leaves my veins
Oh fire
Burning up my lungs I'm on fire
Limbic system telling me you a liar
Fuck it, I think I finally might defy her
Oh to defy her
Pushing past these boundaries
Now my mind hurts
And I might hurl

[Chorus]
God is not preparing you for shit
Your just suffering
Oh the face I made when she had told me she's in love with him
I was punching right into my face, I guess it's bruising then
Locked inside this cubicle I heard her laugh again

[Refrain]
God is not preparing you for shit
This is all there is
Oh the face I made when she had told me she told me she was fuckin' him
I hate it when you say that this is fate
I'm still dying man
Please don't stay that you ain't played a part in it