I'm dripping with anticipation as you're melting in desperation Let the commotion of new age religion stir up a revival in all of the children's souls The priest and priestess smoke cigarettes while listening to Brand New and yearn for a gospel that preaches about anything other than dipping our fingers in gold and making our bodies shimmer with yellow and orange love We are doing this for ourselves and no one else, not our mothers and fathers, not our sisters or brothers, and definitely not for a holy control freak Here, the angels wear cut offs and spread the word of sin Here, we rip the pages out of books and use them to roll our drugs in Here, sunglasses cover the homicidal looks shared between ex lovers as well as the holy matrimony we are all too scared about to act on
The coastline is quiet while the citizens quietly lose control Bricks shattering windowpanes And moonlit dances on the riverbank If we weren't too far gone yet, we most definitely are now But it's okay, misery finds company wherever the wind chooses to blow it
If the devil himself ever had to chose between what's wrong and right, Nothing would ever make sense in our eyes If the devil himself ever smiled, Would we portray it as something good or as something bad? If our hearts continuously broke, Would we question what we did, or would we question what we will do about it?
I want to be a martyr I want to be a ***** poet I want to dig deep into the depths of every crack and crevice this life has to offer and start fist fights with everyone I come in contact with I want to spill my blood in the name of literature I want to listen to the hymns of the ****** whilst running my fingers through my greasy hair and finishing off my third pack of cigarettes I want to drink yellow paint I want to eat every flower I see I want to be as ******* as possible when I die, that way my blaze of glory will be everlasting
This is my hallelujah to the ones that got away My veins constantly ache for a savior Fill my lungs with cement and fill my head with water, that way I can feel the weight of every breath and feel every problem swimming around in my head
When you get done reading this gospel, set it on fire and inhale the smoke, you will get higher than the sky Feel the charcoal burn your eyes and clear your vision It has all come down to this and this only Do not let those around you discourage you This is what we have all been waiting for
Take this into the streets and preach until you can't anymore, and when the sun goes down, don't let the ghosts take you