Don’t touch me there, no god I fear Hands cold as ice feel my cold knife I hear guns speak they answer no lords I’m a dull blade, I wear sharp swords You are done dead You lost your head
Who do you think you are I’m so far, so far gone
By far my heart’s in your soul and your heart I’m slow to start, took detours, but got smart
If heaven was a person then we can all find it Don’t believe a book, you’re better to just spite it Get on my level for an Adam and Eve Love anybody cos there’s no sin to believe (in)
I don’t know why but everyone’s a flower Some die young and some just smell sour Sometimes the pollen makes such a sweet plea And sometimes the bee makes you weak at the knee