Piety

She's so chic Inherently conscious, less of which we seek She don't speak of such Hush… I'm trying to focus Your magnum opus leaves me hopeless And I've lost all touch But I found God She was working on Her pious checklist She's had cigarettes and s*x for breakfast Existential dread, it's all the same But what's Her name? She was way too cool for that I need your guidance, sociaristocrat And I prayed that we could chat I don't feel Her… I'll believe if you tell me to I don't fear Her… I'll believe if you tell me to Tell me to… Tell me to… Tell me to… But where do we go from here? I don't want to be left out, baby I'll trade common sense just for confidence in you But I'm not convinced it's true You obscure emotion I need your devotion My esoteric, evangelic, heavenly divine young girl I'll hold your hands, you can snap my neck (Just make it quick) I don't feel Her… I'll believe if you tell me to I don't fear Her… I'll believe if you tell me to Tell me to… Tell me to… Tell me to… Girl, I've been going through hell Yeah! I found God! I found God! I found God!