Separated Self

If there's a God at heaven's door, do you think He wants me anymore? It's all left up to circumstances, a whole life filled with second chances, Pounded like nails into my floor. Everybody hates and everybody dies. Begin to separate a wound that's full of lies. Separate yourself, to separated self Separate yourself, to separated self. Surely there's a better place for me A place where I can spend eternity A place where there is no more pain and there is only sunshine reigning And there is no one walking on their knees Everybody hates and everybody dies. Begin to separate a wound that's full of lies. Separate yourself, to separated self Separate yourself, to separated self My angels they surround me, my dreams they have found me. My demons they surround me, my angels they have found me (now). --- Separated Self - Saliva