Grass grows greener
On the other side
Corn grows sweeter
On the other side
And I watch, And I watch, And I watch
And I see too much
And I broke my face
And my head grows too much
God spits
On my soul
There's something dead inside my hole

In my hole
In my hole
In my hole

I step [bad word] But less defined
Striped cats cooler
But so is mine
And I want to see
What I want to be
And I see me on a touching screen
And I'm dancing to a scream

God spits
On my soul
There's something dead inside my hole

In my hole
In my hole
In my hole

How can something crawl within [bad word] holy baked bean tin
It's god to me, it's god to me
It is heart and soul

Oh, heart and soul