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[Verse 1]
Round the time that the cacti wakes up
And the night owl opens its eyes
I'll be waiting by the rocks on top of the hill
With a glow stick map of the sky
Oh I've got a surprise
Oh I've got a surprise

[Verse 2]
Four o-clock on the balcony with dad
I was just a wide-eyed kiddy with questions asked
“Who made skin and painted my eyelids?
Inside of my iris and spaced my thighs, hips?”
Amazing scientists couldn't solve or make the math of it
He's like “Of course it's given you proof
Never ask a human first, look up at the universe it's speaking to you”
“Oh Word?”
Ever since that day I don't pray, but study the pattern of bird flight
The number of female bees in a beehive divided by the males
Equates like 1.61803 now see I'm
Laying out on the ground that we have been designed
But we won't be defined and I will not decline
When all of you look at money you never could see time

[Chorus]
This ​is​ ​just​ ​a​ ​letter​ ​for​ ​God
And​ ​all​ ​time​ ​space​ ​beings​ ​that​ ​are​ ​littered​ ​abroad
I​ ​don't​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​no​ ​tunnel​ ​of​ ​light
More​ ​so​ ​just​ ​a run-up and​ ​a​ ​summary​ ​why
No​ ​questions​ ​asked​ ​in​ ​the​ ​class​ ​or​ ​church
Many​ ​left​ ​unanswered,​ ​pass​ ​the​ ​word
I​ ​wanna​ ​know​ ​why​ ​earth​ ​fills​ ​greed​ ​and​ ​hate
Thrust​ ​me​ ​out​ ​there​ ​with​ ​the​ ​solar​ ​waste​ ​and​ ​let​ ​go

[Verse 3]
When the world burns down into ash
Do you sit back and roll the dice
Or do you play it by the rules and give a fuck about us
And kick your feet back onto the sky
Oh please tell me why
Please tell me why

[Verse 4]
I, I was born a misfit, could never understand why the world’s sadistic
A kid, the dipshit who would take the piss of anybody in a fundamental clique religion
Now I just let ‘em feel safe ‘cause they want to be held and blame the devil for their own mistakes
Why bother?
I know the planets around the sun, we are not of this earth
All we think about is economy worth and our sums
But summed up, half of the poverty and the slum are some real design, God’s son
How we end up with a mass disease? So many loved ones deceased without one, how come?
The real sums inside of an insect, the side of a man’s face and body just try to inspect
The number’s 1.618, I'm tryna understand why the fuck we great

[Chorus]
This​ ​is​ ​just​ ​a​ ​letter​ ​for​ ​God
And​ ​all​ ​time​ ​space​ ​beings​ ​that​ ​are​ ​littered​ ​abroad
I​ ​don't​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​no​ ​tunnel​ ​of​ ​light
More​ ​so​ ​just​ ​a run-up and​ ​a​ ​summary​ ​why
No​ ​questions​ ​asked​ ​in​ ​the​ ​class​ ​or​ ​church
Many​ ​left​ ​unanswered,​ ​pass​ ​the​ ​word
I​ ​wanna​ ​know​ ​why​ ​earth​ ​fills​ ​greed​ ​and​ ​hate
Thrust​ ​me​ ​out​ ​there​ ​with​ ​the​ ​solar​ ​waste​ ​and​ ​let​ ​go

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