I gave you love to fill old glory I gave you dreams, you wrote the story I gave you white sails to reach the sun I gave you atoms, you built a bomb Now there is nothing and I have gone No more mountains, no more song No more prayers sent up into space Only screens left to see your face Yeah, I got the intel through the inkwell You do well when you think well And people are more likely to try to give you hell when you bring hell It ain't got to begin well, but it's all well if it end well And then well, a man's still gotta mean well and intend well, even in hell You were dating misery's friend of a friend, girl The guard fell And light broke through the hard shell of an incel Trapped inside of a statue Scratched vinyl in a back room Accumulating in the vacuum And ruminating in the bathroom Just an illustration in a tattoo Blood moon, blue black moon Even if they let me into heaven, I would pro'ly just move back soon That Dracula/Nosferatu, ooh-la-la Sasson Les Miserables, one little nod at you and I got you Type shit to lay a clap track to I can't say it ain't factual "The master remained natural" Should be the answer when they ask you Of my advantage The paradise you were handed Like a pair of dice And I'm living with uninhibited, unlimited terabytes of— I gave you blue skies, sweet fallacy I gave you poppies for malady I gave you white cells, you weaponised I gave you garlands, you closed your eyes In paradise I gave you blue skies I gave you my life In paradise