Separated Self
If there's a God at heaven's door, do you think He wants me anymore?
It's all left up to circumstances, a whole life filled with second chances,
Pounded like nails into my floor.
Everybody hates and everybody dies.
Begin to separate a wound that's full of lies.
Separate yourself, to separated self
Separate yourself, to separated self.
Surely there's a better place for me
A place where I can spend eternity
A place where there is no more pain and there is only sunshine reigning
And there is no one walking on their knees
Everybody hates and everybody dies.
Begin to separate a wound that's full of lies.
Separate yourself, to separated self
Separate yourself, to separated self