PRESIDENT — dark heaven
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I could call it scripture
I could let silence linger
I could lose faith in you, just let the sinners pull the trigger
Weigh the blood in carats
Judge by power, not merits
Turn the dead to numbers, keep on spilling guts for tariffs
Gather round, children, sing, "Hallelujah"
Honor, honor, honor
Honor, honor
I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
I should be the speaker
I can point the finger
You just bless the gun and teach the young to pull the trigger
Weigh their grief in carats
Worship flags, not merits
Turn the dead to numbers, keep on spilling guts for tariffs
Gather round, children, sing, "Hallelujah"
Honor, honor, honor
I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
You watched us burn
If we sing, "Hallelujah"
If we sing, would you save us?
I used to stare at the cross
Then cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
Honor, honor, honor
Honor
I could let silence linger
I could lose faith in you, just let the sinners pull the trigger
Weigh the blood in carats
Judge by power, not merits
Turn the dead to numbers, keep on spilling guts for tariffs
Gather round, children, sing, "Hallelujah"
Honor, honor, honor
Honor, honor
I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
I should be the speaker
I can point the finger
You just bless the gun and teach the young to pull the trigger
Weigh their grief in carats
Worship flags, not merits
Turn the dead to numbers, keep on spilling guts for tariffs
Gather round, children, sing, "Hallelujah"
Honor, honor, honor
I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
You watched us burn
If we sing, "Hallelujah"
If we sing, would you save us?
I used to stare at the cross
Then cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hiding
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven
Honor, honor, honor
Honor
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I seem to recognize the voice but can't place it.
"u listening to bill today? main mix?"
"yep."
"so ... ... ..."
"but in his defense, he did say he likes to mix it up sometimes. cross-pollinate us into listening to new bands."
"remember that old bit that p oswalt did about the kid who wanted to get his sick mom shoes before santa comes but he only has pennies?"
"omg and that "i'm so angry at god" band...new song."
"maybe it's that band, rebranded?"
"so far it has a 3."
"yeeeah..."
o. bill. we love yer whack whimsy. xo