Rot

Talk to God she's a friend of mine She helps me go outside Brings me back to life But I- I had to kill her in my head that night I wanna sleep in your golden light I wanna dance the round and not get tired I wanna kiss the ground and set the world on fire They walk around with the gratitude I wanna figure it out, I wanna have it too I saw the lines on the picture of myself I drew They're only lies even if I try to make them true All the colors in the sky that I did not use I want to take them all, I want to paint them blue Sometimes he loves me like an animal Like an afterthought But the axe of God it's Swinging low so don't get caught on The cuts and pieces of the open rock Could you believe it when you're alone in your thought Give us a place to roam Give us a place to rot Talk to God I do what I'm told I know self-defense, I know self-control I want to lean to the will of a greater soul I want to spit it up till the well is full I'll be taking off the edges till it all goes dull I need to kill this pain I need to paint it gold