Souls

Waiting for someone that they love me
I just think you're lovely, can i take you out into the woods and (?)
A work of art, to see your body watching me
Yeah, (?) naughty
Press yourself into my conscious
No, I speak in metaphors

I want to find out what it means to be alive
They say that jesus died
But frankly, I just find it kinda odd
We stand with silent eyes
We like to fake our happy smiles
Throw our souls into the wind
And reminisce on when we used to have our own minds

There's a hole under the front porch
I climb into the opening and found i need to go to church
I told my pastor "leave the pills inside the basket"
But he put them in the ground, now there's a garden of attachment

I played jenga with the lights to low
They called it 9/11, tried to blame me but i think it's a conspiracy
I've got mittens for my cold feet
That was standing in the desert heat
But still i couldn't feel a single thing
I read a book with different words in it
Discovered there's a universe with different words in it

We aren't the only ones with feelings of abuse
I sent a prior begging god to send me down a noose
Tell me you don't want it when i know you really do
I see you at my window, it's 11:52
I know that demons don't sleep but just try to get some rest
Forgive me father, i have sinned
I know i didn't try my best

Come get your souls
Rounding up souls
I'm not a lost soul (i'm not a lost soul)
I just don't do what i'm told (i just don't do what i'm told)

Waiting for someone that they love me
I just think you're lovely, can i take you out into the woods and (?)
A work of art, to see your body watching me
Yeah, (?) naughty
Press yourself into my conscious
No, I speak in metaphors

Don't you think it's possible
Someone else could be right
And you might be wrong