I smashed my radio when it wouldn't turn off, but the music still kept playing.

If God left us alone with photographs of him
some would say they were fake and some would kill their own kin
Some would hold true and believe they were real
most would let the wounds bleed and not cared if they healed

If I could convince myself to step up to the stage
and turn on the mic and lift it to my lips
I would tell you all you're shameful liars
and to pack away the garbage you've been speaking
trash and filth pushing past your lips
Lock your secrets back up in the case where they belong
don't tell me I'm not right when I know that I'm not wrong

It gets so hard to take the pressure and the stress
i'm so sick to death of this multi-layered mess
Have you seen my lover? she said she'd meet me here
and come back to take away the pain
or at least let me forget again

I swear I'll love you more if you'll reject me less
And I promise I'll forgive you if you admit that there's a mistake
A tear in the fabric of your warm soft reality
that shows it's stuffed with snow; the stitches are just icicles.