i shoot you, so you shoot me
we put down our guns and freeze
we just need attention constantly
and you don't know how far I've been
in your head your and out again
and I'm dying for a light
judgment comes in different guises
watching every breath that rises up
and i see what the neighbors see
we've become our own TVs
canceling our shows for snow
because deep inside the sacred spire
i hold onto love's desire
and I don't ever think I'll let go
christ I hate when people blaspheme
sitting ducks and human cattlefeed
help me now I think I'm falling out of grace and into holy vice
and it's not up to me to say
we're not here, so what remains
when all the space we've taken up is gone?

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