Get Out of My Head
Get Out of My Head You’re clogging my love, my mercy: what’s left of it for you. How many times can you invade a righteous mind and get away with a few good looks at my friends from this, your god high. Do you give them the benefit of doubt as I would do, or do you lord over them like God who never doubts His ever living wisdom. Didn’t He let my friends get away with shit at school while those same kicks landed you in detention. That’s God and His point of view. Whatever I see isn’t made for you, it’s made for Him. That’s wrong. That’s a lie. You’ve been stealing His voice and using it badly for so long that you’ve become jealous. And when I look through His eyes, if you can call them eyes, this world grays as though His mind colors what’s before it with random retinal rustlings as God’s mind and your breath w...