Oh, my cuts are running deeper
As I act as your receiver
Since I always want to grow
Well, you make no sense to me
But for sure someday you might
And that your answers ain't always great
Is a truth I learned to like
I made a little sweet poll
To determine the things I loved you for, for so long
But your answers are not too great
And your answers ain't always right
Walked through an open door
And found myself in the pieces of your life
That's the impression that I got
At least you're my vision of a god
I was on top, euphoric
Feeling a hint of unprecedented might
Every second that you laughed
I relived through my vision of a god
All these sinners
All these beggars
Empty pockets
To hoard your riches
When the devil speaks, you shut your eyes
And listen to the wisdom seeping out of the walls of lies
Walked through an open door
And found myself in the pieces of your life
That's the impression that I got
At least you're my vision of a god
I was on top, euphoric
Feeling a hint of unprecedented might
Every second that you laughed
I relived through my vision of a god
Oh, my cuts are running deeper
As I act as your receiver
Since I always want to grow