No Gods from Neuroplasticity by Altered Mind
Tracklist
| 17. | No Gods | 4:31 |
Lyrics
Out here it don't matter who
what you know or what you do
this nanosecond is the only rule
act the hero or act the fool
no one gives a flying fuck
superstar or down on your luck
no one cares about life or death
radiant joy or disabled distress
spending stacks or nothing left
if you're cursed or if you're blessed
no one asks at the funeral
if death was met with your approval
or if you bothered to put up a fight
or if you went gently into the night
gun in your hand or up to your chin
at the end or at the beginning
losing it all or quietly winning
pious at fault or beautiful sinning
perpetual motion constantly spinning
lies and truths making a killing
no gods to help misguided prayers
no masters pretending that they care
you and the street's curious glare
weight of the cross we all get to bear
Out here it doesn't matter
if your dreams begin to shatter
slowing down or dying faster
bad decisions beautiful disaster
there's no fanfare no remorse
death arrives on a pale horse
no more warning to change course
no more rules to enforce
the needle stuck inside your soul
the infernal loss of self-control
the fix is life so you've been told
stop the ride shit's getting old
pause rewind do it all over
you don't live the life to get older
fuck the righteous fuck the sober
body down it's getting colder
no one asks at the funeral
if death was met with your approval
or if you bothered to put up a fight
or if you went gently into the night
no gods to help misguided prayers
no masters pretending that they care
you and the street's curious glare
weight of the cross we all get to bear
Out here there's only highs
long hellos and short goodbyes
partial truths and gilded lies
addiction wrapped in nice disguises
people act all fucking surprised
when you advocate for suicide
and they'll cry when you die
and they'll say "why didn't I
notice something was fucking wrong
something was a little off"
reality burns with what if thoughts
they've had before but then forgot
no one was there to see you fall
no one took the collect call
they took you cash and your life
and said it was you holding the knife
chalk outlines and news reports
just the streets maintaining course
death arrives on a pale horse
there's no fanfare no remorse
no gods to help misguided prayers
no masters pretending that they care
you and the street's curious glare
weight of the cross we all get to bear
