Living inside of God’s lungs
Waiting for the weekly ritual
Where God lights up a spliff
Then takes a huge ass bong rip
Suffocating the town inside HiM
The population is getting slim
Some survive, some don’t
But we’re all in the same boat
The people pray & plead
Why are Ü doing this to “Me”?
’cause
A few might die
Every time I try to fly
But everyone loses their light
If I finally decide to take my Life
So the tingles Numb my strife
& the smoke blinds my sight
So I can’t C I don’t have a wife
…
Suffocation
Means Ü R -§till-
Try’И 2 breathe…at least