The sun rises and falls and on goes the day In every direction of the compass We ride a tropical desert region Traveling to a distant idea of time and there is music The human race is a pile of dog shit
In my world, I hold the key of wisdom in my hand And lead all the children of the earth to a door They previously believed locked Only to find it open, inviting them to see You can all kiss my ass
And there is light In my world, I make medicine out of air
Mankind is a Nazi And breathe fire from the lakes of harmony Humanity is the devil
My ashes smoke the melodies of your love, And God is a good friend of mine in my world You really think I give a fuck about the world?
Been accused of being confused and I never denied it It's the right or more wrong In the world I'm a fallen angel Within mine, I'm in hell
I pay my rent to the devil for the dark space to dwell 'Cause it's too bright, too hot in the sky for me Hell's a hell of a lot cooler than heaven, heaven, heaven
You never see me anymore and that's all right But you keep on saying you want more, oh, what more? When you showed me the door
And it's your pride, you don't have to swallow Now, all I want is time to recover And I'm boiling over, gotta let off some steam 'Cause yeah, that's hotter than my hell could ever be
Ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ah
You say you love me but you don't and that's alright Don't wanna make it like before, oh, what for? You wouldn't mind anymore
And that's all you pretending to ask me 'bout it It's all true but your words are just nullified Get out of the way while I jump in the sea 'Cause yeah it's hotter than my hell could ever be
Ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ah
So through with lying anymore You're not whole Stop crying, I'm not buying more What a chore, I won't cry anymore
And it's all true, you do like the others Step out of the way, I'm under the covers With someone true, someone cooler than me
'Cause you'll get hotter than my hell 'Cause you're hotter than my hell could ever be
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