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God knows I tried...

Where is hell at six feet deep

Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.




It was a long and dark December,
When banks turned into temples,
And some Dodger became a deity.
The priests grabbed the Bible-dummies,
Serve as hiding places for guns,
And crosses rushed up.

Dear god if you were alive
You know we'd kill you




Dear Lord, if you were alive,
You know, we would have killed you.

Oh my God, she got the power!
Oh look at her, she got the power!




My God, she has the power!
You look at her, she has the power!

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble, I say I'm turning red
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, I'm losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me
They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I'm feelin' odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake
They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love.




They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell my friends about what I said
I say that I am modest, I say blushing.
They allow me to lie to them and do not feel that they were misled
They give me so much, that I'm losing touch you know?
Served on a silver platter, ask for a second, I just allow it.
They tell me that I am God, I'm lost in this world.
Six feet from the ground I feel weird.
No matter what I do, they never see the errors
I make so much bread, I don't care what they are just pretending.
They tell me that they are following me and I'm acting like I'm above.
People come together, but I would be lost without their love.
(Telling me "You're special", I "no," wave back,
Persecution stories I tell so they could all
Telling me "Be humble", I hesitate to answer,
Let me lie to them, not thinking that this is nonsense,
So many gave me, lose touch, Oh no!
On a silver tray, he asked, she gave it to me
Telling me "You are my God," I lost face,
Above ground six feet, and I feel weird,
What I don't do the mistakes it is not important
How much kindness and no matter if everything is a lie
Say" We are inferior", I meet,
The mixed people. I would've been lost without their love.