I've found God.
Sad shell of what he once was.
God is dead...or might as well me at least.
It's a Sunday, what's the hustle?
My hair's blowing in gusts of--
Tears of death and kiss my lips,
Forget the past while you shake my hips.

Add to my cry the broken lips of an angel.
Tear stained cheeks and bruised up faces.
I have no other, for he walks among the shadows,
I hold another, who tread waters so shallow.

I'll set fire to the ether.
Eat the flame and burn.
I don't even care anymore.
It's a Sunday, what's the hustle?
There's no need to make a fuss of--
We don't even care, drowning in Eden.
Floating by my hair, forget it, we did.

Add to my cry the broken lips of an angel.
Tear stained cheeks and bruised up faces.
I have no other, for he walks in shadows.
I hold another, who treads waters so shallow.

God is dead.
Abandoned me.
God is dead.
Yeah, he's dead to me!
Choke on poison apples, your lips' demise.
Drown under the waters of Eden with all your lies.
Eat the burning ether, watch it burn.
Feel the heat as it all burns away.
Sit and cry at your lessons learned,
Watch it all burn away.