Standing at rain-covered train tracks.

If you were a god, what would you do?
Make a perfect world?
While everybody claps along.
Then disappear without a trace.

Nobody will notice that you slipped away.
You smile.
You say you're fine.
You're fine.

But you're not fine.

It's hard being a god.
The entire world in your tiny grasp.
Mistakes being made everywhere.
So disappear without a trace.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
They never liked you anyway.
You're fine.
You're fine.

You smile and lie.

I'll kiss your tongue.
Make everything better.
Feed you kerosene.
So you'll slowly wither.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
They never knew you anyway.
You say you're fine.
You claim you're fine.

You scream and lie.

Spitting out your toxic drink.
You know the answer now.
You can fix all your mistakes.
The god of this world.

Nobody will notice you slipped away.
What's a god, anyway?
You say you're fine.
Close your eyes.

And step in line.