V1.

Connect the lines between the neurotransmitter pathways
And bridge the gap between catastrophe and meet me halfway
I wasn't laughing out of spite, in fact I'd rather not erase
The soul connection that I formed when I was graspin' on the page

And now I'm gaspin' 'cus the pain is everlastin' in my brain
I wouldn't salvage the remains if I didn't have to change
And now my words are leaving such a fickle bitter aftertaste
Free the birds from the capture cage and let 'em flap away

Don't exacerbate the issue and extend the masquerade
Because it's better to be manically depressed than have to wait
Half the weight lifted, raised quick from the basement
Where the chains sit waiting for my body everyday
I rise again,
Into the sky of sedatives
Parasitic, pair of sickness derelict is on the mend
Serendipity, descent into a safer place to rest
The king is falling off his thrown the queen is dying in her bed

Chorus:

Church bells ring now it's time for the mass
Sit down everybody put your Money in the Basket
Church bells ring now it's time for the rapture
Sit down everybody put your Money in the Basket X2

V2.

I
Find a meaning and it's seemingly demeaning
Hyper-secretive the sequence had to see it to believe it
Colder seasons make the reaper wanna play without a reason
Hope the same fulfilling feeling never turns on my cerebral

Hyper-sensitive to visions of peripheral demise
And hyper-vigilant to sickness of perceptual surprise
It's a perpetuated cycle degradation of the mind
Deprivated senses with a decorated state of pride

I have come to the consensus that forever isn't long enough
I'm waiting on the sun to cease radiating all of us
Let the dust settle on my sacred text
Pick it up when it rains set it down when it ends

This town full of strangers and potential amends
Drifting further from creator with my secular friends
I rip the verses from the pages while I pick and choose which rules to follow
Can't bring myself to the savior

Chrous: X4

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