Has Nothing
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Born the four-leaf clover
Born in a pit of lyme
Proverbial bastard
Of Mother Mary shrines
My friends communicate in whispers
They'll tell me they know I tried
But acceptance ain't an option
I'd rather give up and die
I don't want seeds to sow
I just want to feel control
This can't be all there is
The light dims
This can't be what it is
Is this really
What God meant
When it goes under
I go white
White, white
When it takes over
I don't want to die
Don't want to die
I'd take it all for granted
If it meant I'd be fine
The callousness of my actions
Wouldn't linger long in my mind
My hate communicates in murmurs
Weakens my heart
Hunches spine
I'd die laughing
If I knew you might
I don't want to feel at home
I just want a stable pulse
This can't be all there is
The light dims
This can't be what it is
Is this really
What God meant
When it goes under
I go white
White, white
When it takes over
I don't want to die
Don't want to die