fuckyeahexistentialism:

Well, I ain’t sure, but I been told
He’s baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
I’m breaking them out on the street
Walking around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air
He’s never going to cut his hair
It takes more time to make a fake
We night-swam down in the lake
Washed the dirt off our intentions
Prattle on about bad inventions
I came as ice, I came as a whore
I came as advice that came too short
I came as gold, I came as crap
I came clean and I came as a rat
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he’ll stick it to you
Well, I don’t know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!
I came as a call, I came as flat
I came too soon so I came back
I came as flowers, I came as nice
I came as dirt and I came as its price
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he’ll stick it to you
I don’t know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!

The fact that fuckyeahexistentialism posted this makes me happy.