Two Wuv

[Verse 1]
I had this little thing
A slight disparity
Between what I thought I was
And what I seemed to be
And back then I was so sure
Only a noose could end that war
But out of stubbornness or spite
My feet stayed on the floor

[Verse 2]
The duality I hid
Had begun to claw and writhe
But those sick, unsightly ids
Now run right by my side
And I'm still not sure it's safe
To attempt to satiate
The deviants sat inside
Those freaks I love to hate

[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
Father, Saint and Mary, I hope you understand
But your sеrmons are fucked and I need to take a stand
'Cos I think
That you'vе been playing this wrong
I've come around a thousand times but I'm still singing this song

[Verse 3]
(That day)
I wrote a couple rhymes
Over tunes I didn't write
In an attempt to reconcile
What keeps me up at night
But as ideas began to grow
And the track list followed suit
The halves I once reviled
Had finally settled their dispute

[Verse 4]
Brothers, friends and family, I hope you understand
That the person you see is a dark, divided man
But the fact
Is that is just who I am, and I can't
Keep selling this facade when I know that it's a scam

[Chorus]
Father, Saint and Mary, I hope you understand
But your sermons are fucked, and it's time to take a stand
'Cos I'm sick
Of hearing fears and demands
Can you tell me the point in preaching if I'm already damned?

[Interlude]
Who knew that what two can bring could be so unique?
This format that you had brought to me
Tridential sovereignty

[Verse 5]
To anyone who knows me, I'm sure I sound absurd
But I'm an egoistic queer under any definition of the word
But I think
For the first time in my life
That these oddities that bonded me aren't worth the fucking strife

[Refrain]
So call me sick or crazy if that's what you'd prefer
(Call me sick or crazy)
But that rotten melody is one I've already heard
(Call me what you like)
And you can stick that shit
(Fog so thick and hazy)
Where it can't be harmonized
I refuse to be the person that my parents eulogize
(Calls for holy light)

[Refrain]
Call me sick or crazy
Call me what you'd like
Fog so thick and hazy
Calls for holy light