Текст песни Religion - Unown

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You going
To pick up

I've been trying
To talk for months
But end up
Filling up my cup

Got the kush
With Corinthians
But this ain't
Section 80

All these people
Are complaining
But that's just how
You fucking made me

Turning a
Blind-eye
I know you
Don't see me

At least
Send a hey
Or a hold up
I'm busy

I'm calling
You now,
Because I need
You the most

But you're
Responding
To bigger things
At hand I suppose

Lucifer
Azazel
Satan
I've fallen

Yea I once
Was an angel
But life turned
Appalling

I've been
Trying to
Cope, but I
Lust everyday

Got temptations
Right next
To me, it's
Arms lengths away

Sorry that I'm
Rambling, just
Not sure if
You heard me

Because we haven't
Talked so deeply
Since the night you
Fucking cured me

Tell me why I
Only feel alive
When I feel
Close to death

Guess I like
Taking these bong
Rips because it's
Like my final breath

Are you neglecting
All my prayers?
Or are they selfish
And ambitious

I know that some
Are so outlandish
Way far-fetched
And so fictitious

You ain't got
To be so rude
And fucking push
Me to the side

But I guess
This is my
Punishment, I'll
Let your ass decide

Third weekend
Drinking, man I
Guess I'm on a roll

But those anonymous
Binge drinkers they
Won't ever touch my soul

No, these church houses
Won't save me, I can't
Make it through the entrance

I'm a sinner for a
Reason, and I hope
You don't take no offense

My damn religion will
Be the death of me

My damn religion will
be the death of me

My damn religion will
be the death of me

My damn religion will
be the death of me

Down on my knees
Screaming God
Why you take her

I apologized
Thoroughly, save
Her for later

Can we swap in
The Heavens
Even if for one day

Because my mom's
Got some baggage
And a whole lot to say

I've been keeping
This bottled, but it's
Drifting no longer

Like I said once
Before, yea my fails
Make me stronger

Got a problem
With loss, even
If it's short term

Where'd it all go
Downhill? guess
You'd have to ask her

Room all glazed and
Smokey, only time
I'm feeling blessed

All these new
External variables has
Got me so distressed

Turning tendencies
To habits, all my
Habits, to routines

Funny all the things
I do now, told me
Not to as a teen

Stare at your
Product man
Where'd you mess up?

Because I'm not
Sold on trying, I
Don't give enough

I've been holding
Back power, but I
Might just unleash

Not a bulldog, or
Canine, but a
Common day thief

I just took all
My sins, and I
Hid them away

Hoping that
They'll disintegrate
Stay far away

Can't believe I
Called you without
Saying your name

Guess I'm
Some type of
Entity that just
Can't be tamed