I need to be psychoanalyzed by god
No hello
No goodbye

I need to get out of this hole I've dug
Out of the water
And out of the ocean floor
I made my home
Forgotten in the dark
My sons yet to be discovered.

Coffee sips and alcohol rub
Maybe a little bit of ***.
My soul feels put out of time
Like if I'm gonna die young
And my mind is struggling to survive.
The wrath of God
The analyzer.