driving gods h3ars3

Walking through the city while I'm tryna find an optimist This populous is under the hypnoticment Typically I'm busy beating up my conscious In the closet when Recording myself to my fucking audience Would you know there is nothing inside my head but a lobotomist Who's downloading firmware to boost my confidence In a minute I'm willing to walk up to my ex and sock the bitch Im losing coherence isn't it obvious Half my body is metal the other half is out of oxygen The chip in my brain has fucking restarted and I think that I am beginning to see the reason that I started this A threat to myself the living embodyment Cold world, yet it all burns faces, but without words When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed On the highway driving Gods' hearse Its been 200 years I think this body has maybe 200 more Ill resurrect my friend just so I can show him my audio Im searching through the graveyard , these heads are all made of cobblestone Tight grip around my shovel , just fought a ghost Dead leaves and camouflage , I find my body then I hide it inside of my walls You call it hubris , I say I'm fucking god Take the universe and grab it by its fucking balls Cold world, yet it all burns faces, but without words When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed On the highway driving Gods' hearse Cold world, yet it all burns faces, but without words When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed On the highway driving Gods' hearse