The Gospel

Make it feel better
Make it heal
Make it end please

Baby
Make it feel so good
Make it Cotton candy

Oxy contin candy

I want you to know right now
I want you to know right now
I want you
Maybe More Than ever

Taste heaven inside you
By the time that I'm empty and quiet
I realize what love can do
It can make even tame dogs violent

It'll stare you in the face and laugh
Take away your pain then bring it back
It'll kiss you on the lips so fast
Revert you to a kid then
Stab your back
Back

Told me you were searching for a God
Sounded like you were giving up
We can watch our bodies fall apart
They can Call it modern art

No more need for questions
All the answers packaged
In a pretty pink form
In a pretty red form
A pretty green
Pretty

Papi hid you in the top drawer
With the cottons and the stick pins
Half dead man in a living room
We were all born victims
That don't mean shit
Nothing's prettier to any human being
Than this meaningless existence
Full of wish after wish after wish
Guts all scattered on the floor
Picasso
Injured bird in your palm
We will all be fossils
But for now
Let's feel less awful
Tread lightly...
Walk slow....
That's the gospel
Thats the gospel
That's the God I want you know right now....