[Intro]

Churches breed fake Christians

A real Christian is a follower of Jesus

A person who is spiritually connected to God

[Verse 1]

Let's get fucked up, fuck life

Earlobes are stretched and my chest is stuck

In a past where I'm happier being spoiled and tucked

In bed by a society that knew what reality was

Drink until you pass out, replace what you hold

Fuck before you make out no regrets, no control

I'm the crease in your conscience that you could never fold

The lies are the lies in the truth that you told, so

I guess remaining oblivious is the best way to take it

The world's on ahead from a body severed

A shape mistakes made

The world is vacated in a void of

Pleasure's word to the post-displacement

He thinks to himself when he's walking on the sidewalk

Contemplating jumping into traffic blind thoughts

Shadowed irrationale forcing the cerebral into

My fault type of options line up and float away with his mind's arc

He throws himself on the highway 495

As the first car crushes his legs he starts to cry in pain

Trucks ripping through his torso

As his eyes become dust and his soul enters the next wormhole

His sins are a result of the pain he was forced into

Last letter to his friends as a stencil

Too painful for him to think or even mention you

I love you

[Chorus]

Is the Universe really that large?

Is God really that tall?

Is Heaven really that far?

'Cause I've always been told to reach for the stars

Is Heaven really that large?

Is God really that tall?

Is Heaven really that far?

But if angels were the sun, I'd find my spirit on Mars

[Verse 2]

I want you dead

Like jumping out of a window head first

I want you to think about me right as your brains burst

Into pieces of just remnants of the memories of what hurts

As someone pisses on your corpses and burns the hearse

She's scared but her anger won't let her leave the fortune

Her vindictiveness is feeding her as she’s choking on courtship

Her eyes run low drug down the hangars of abortion

And stealing food from those in more need for a larger portion

The abuse is beyond the feelings heart can alleviate

So all she can do is avoid and deviate

Dad, why the fuck were you not there?

She cries out an entity that can only hear

Schizophrenia replacing the subtle feeling of soulless

As she plays with clay in the corner pinpointing what the source is

Rape, so she pillages and exterminates

Drinks until her eyes dilate and she regurgitates

You like it here, yeah right there

Put your pins through her males dolls right ear

Succumb her to the travelling

Thoughts in her tears, oh god

No more like, oh Satan

'Cause he's been here more than God has been lately

Nomad's love but abusive and vagrant slave ships

She listens to them, talking outside of her room

He's dead, suicide by traffic, boom!

[Chorus]

Is the Universe really that large?

Is God really that tall?

Is Heaven really that far?

'Cause I've always been told to reach for the stars

Is Heaven really that large?

Is God really that tall?

Is Heaven really that far?

But if angels were the sun, I'd find my spirit on Mars

[Outro]

And those who worship him

Worship him in spirit in the Church

They are spiritually connected to Jesus

Jesus saved my sheep listen to my voice

And a follower

Jesus saved as his holy spirit