napalm sunday

A shitty hand but I guess I'll play How many Hail Marys do I have to say My brain still fills with napalm every Sunday Am I the only one who can't decide I just wanna make up my mind The not knowing keeps on growing Deep inside I've only ever asked to see the truth Is that too much to ask of you Was there a vision that I missed Or was it misconstrued I'll stop asking you for reasons If you won't tell me why I'll just sit here And sink into the sky Frantic and feather-light Lift me up and watch me fly Sounds so sweet it makes my cavities cry Maybe there's nothing left to find An empty space -oh Jesus christ Who will I be when my depravity dies I'll stop asking you for reasons If you won't tell me why I'll just sit here And sink into the sky Sink into the sky