Eat Your Parents - Violent Soho

From album “Violent Soho” (2010) You're not the Alpha Omega I want my Heaven but Heaven's not real They said, they said Give me the pastor of violence illusions are false but yours is the best They said, they said I spoke to god On the last day He gave me my answer with reason instead We used up the powder, blew it into your graves Just give me away, just give me away Can't stop The eye-sore appearing Give it your best son but you'll fail in the end Again, again Ears drop The mess, oh the reasons I got no feelings But feelings aren't real Again, again I spoke to god On the last day He gave me my answer with reason instead We used up the powder, blew it into your graves Just give me away, just give me away I close my eyes hear the world turn to dust I'm a father's son Born to the middle class I use a gun and put it to our name Just give me away Just give me away I am a fan of all the angels, flying round my head But I can't see the light I'll whither, wither here It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you