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Is it bad that I never really wanted to get saved?
And laughing when hurt was my thing?
Well I’m thinking I want to
I don’t really want to yes I really want to
So let me go now! So let me go now!
Champing the bit for nutrition’s sake
I’d rather burn out than/then fade away
Die young then/than live forever
I’m gonna raise hell until it’s high enough to be heaven
Then maybe you can find me (there)
They told me if I look up
They told me I would find you there
What if I say that mutually exclusive ain’t a thing?
Now God and Darwin are ashamed
Well, I’d like to reconsider you can’t reconsider let me reconsider
So what you’re saying is — for me, you’re saying that
The stairway to heaven is more like a slope?
And I will slip to a fiery death if I don’t believe in Satan?
They said there’s no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole
I’m trying to be a god damned believer but the road to heaven’s full of potholes
They said he talks like a christian but walks like an atheist (3x)
I’m gonna raise hell until it’s high enough to be heaven
Then maybe you can find me (there) maybe I can find you
Hoping I can find you
They told me if I look up they told me I would find you there
If I look up to find you then how can I deny you?
Talks like a christian but walks like…
Talks like a christian but walks like an atheist
And I heard them talking, I hear what they’re saying
They’re saying there are no martyrs anymore. None
So, I’ma choose. I’ma make a choice to give myself away
Something bigger than myself, and my name…(???)
In the wake of my… of my… of my death
There were no martyrs until he gave himself away
Giving your life is the only way to make them see
And once you’re gone, they’ll realize death is the only way
To die for your cause is the most effective way to propagate
Make me a martyr make sure the books they read my name
A gun to my head, a hair trigger with the worst of aim
Flirting with death, but I’m married to my selfish ways
See, I’d die for something, but then I wouldn’t get to see the fame
To be a martyr you mustn’t die a death in vain
I’d kill myself, but suicide is so cliche
Heavenly father, does heaven have a place for me
Or will I get there only to learn St. Peter has misplaced the key?
Right down the middle polarity right down the middle
That’s where we’ll meet them all
After you kill one, well there’s thousands more
And there’s thousands, fucking thousands make about a million more so
We got an army, for us versus them
And I’m not afraid cos, well. (no)
We got an army of us versus them but look, it’s not us versus them
It’s just us, my friend, It’s plural
Stop wondering and start acting, stake your claim
(hahaha, I’m just playing)
They say there’s no place for you here, so you better make one
(And that’s the lesson for today, boys and girls. Ladies and gentlemen
I’ve been your presenter, your exhibition, your example
So, it’s about time, I go and take my own life
I’m just fucking with you, haha, oh shit)