| As God sits with | |
| His head in | |
| His hands, tapping | |
| His pen on the ashtray | |
| Cos the humans just don't get ugly | |
| Back from the dead with your head in your hands | |
| Banging your fists on the table like a monkey | |
| In these words from | |
| Solomon's hand, everything | |
| I know must pass | |
| It's the only way | |
| I can grow | |
| Passion? Give me some empathy (don't let me down) | |
| You took the car to the highest viewing point | |
| A place of outstanding natural beauty, where everything is plain to see | |
| This intoxicating mixture of self loathing and ecstasy | |
| I wish I could just be grateful, the more | |
| I live the less | |
| I know It's only spinning molecules, racing back and forth | |
| So why does it feel so bad? | |
| If this energy exists forever, everything you need to know you already know | |
| Cos I'm signing on the dole, and | |
| I'm signing my life away | |
| I just want you to know how this makes me feel today | |
| I don't care what you write or what you say about me | |
| Cos I just wanna see some empathy | |
| Cos most of us are too afraid to come out in the sunlight | |
| And get shot down in flames for what we believe is right | |
| This makes me shit scared and scarred | |
| Like the fire in the sky is like the fire in your heart | |
| And I don't need to be ripping myself apart for you, for you | |
| But the time has come to understand the depths of the soul | |
| And it's at your most broken you will understand | |
| Like we do, like we do, for you for you for you for you |