I wanna be A slag heap deity The trinity Has not done much for me Just let me be Your twisted fantasy And we could be a mess together We try our best, we are unsuccessful Our hearts get filled with regret and cholesterol Then we all just die Our fate is grim but we're not ungrateful Our faces grin but our hearts are hateful Now we all must die Reality You push relentlessly Modernity Just does not let me be Your piety Does not do much for me But we could be a mess together We try our best, we are unsuccessful Our hearts get filled with regret and cholesterol Then we all just die Our fate is grim but we're not ungrateful Our faces grin but our hearts are hateful Now we all must die