Strain

Fickle father
Foolish son
We pray for pain
We pray for blood
I hope I die
I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky!
I hope your body
Heals itself
I hope that God
Forgives himself
I hope I die
I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky!
They say
That I
Will live
Will die
They say
As well
I'll burn
In hell
So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear
I know you think it's clear
I am the problem everybody saw him there
Alone, eating alone
Fickle father
Foolish son
We pray for pain
We pray for blood
I hope I die
I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky!
I hope your body
Heals itself
I hope that God
Forgives himself
I hope I die
I hope I'm high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky!
They say
That I
Will live
Will die
They say
As well
I'll burn
In hell
So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear
I know you think it's clear
I am the problem everybody saw him in there
Alone, eating alone
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-Oh!
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh Ooh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh Ooh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh Ooh-oh
Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh!
Woah-oh! Ooh-oh!
Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh!
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