Weeping Wound - You Are Forgiven

YOU FEEL CLOSEST TO GOD
YOU FEEL CLOSEST TO GOD WHEN I DO THE DEVIL'S WORK

I FEEL CLOSEST TO YOU
I FEEL CLOSE TO YOU
WHEN I'M SWALLOWING DIRT

Dismissed just like expected.
Never taken seriously, only blamed for expecting.

Push the world into a corner,
You bark orders,
take orders.
Never let me stand post collapse.
I suppose that's what my stress disordered,
Since I was told to stay away
from Benadryl.

You can drill it into my brain,

Shove it down my throat.
Tell me I'm a fuck up
I fucked up
TELL ME AGAIN

Without transportation we're made to eat dirt.
Drink until my throat burns.
Question what the fuck I spent all this much time working for -
and why the fuck nothing ever works.

I don't know about you but I forgive myself -
No more exploiting my flaws with your liquid wealth.
CAN YOU FORGIVE?
CAN YOU FORGIVE?
Do you feel you deserve forgiveness?

You wasted motherfucker

Walk it off.

I'm eating dirt not to measure worth but to show the lengths I'll go to change my world.
You feel closest to god?
Do you feel close to a god?