excommunication lyrics starters (pt. 4)
tw for: homophobia, alcohol, drugs, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal idealation, anti-religious iconography
Pronouns can be switched around as you see fit!
One More
Itās always me and you against the world
I could be like anybody else
I donāt fight fair
But, you donāt care
Spend an afternoon inside your room watching Sci-Fi
You get me high
If you give me just one more night, I could prove that thereās a God
If give me just one more try, I was liking you a lot
I know itās crazy and insane
I think itās weird when youāre away
Itās you I adore
So give me one more
We could be like anybody else in a parked car
I got you hot
Spend a decade letting go of shame and then weāll talk
I gotta walk
I know itās never too late
I was liking you
Black Light
Change is good when I touch him
I wish we would, we could start now
Is it crazy that yourāe on my couch?
Everything youāre sayingās what Iām sying
Iāll go and turn the lights
I like them low at night
I could tell you what Iām thinking
I gotta tell you what Iām thinking
Pray I donāt play the way I used to
Somethingās taking over me
Stay, come and be my daily ritual
Weāll break the rules like back in school
I want you under me
I want you under the black light, baby
Trouble seems to be a friend of mine
Could we keep the faith?
I really want to but I canāt see straight
Iām ready for the real
Life is so surreal
Fortune favors the brave
Things are getting weird but I like it
Please, please say Iām not insane
I want you
John, GiveĀ āEm Hell
I heard your voice inside my darkness
You gave me something to hold onto
Did you ever stop to notice all these voices change the world?
They got you all wrong
I wrote you this song
Thereās work to be done
In the meantime, giveĀ āem hell
Truth is all that they want
Turthās a one-two punch
Our lives are different, different commitments
Sins and religion, what do they mean?
Some say youāre evil
I think youāre real
I just want whatās real from this whole thing
Donāt let them think theyāve won
Devil
Sunday mornings make me nervous
They donāt feel like they used to feel
My religion feels wrong, but I canāt tell my mom
Iām afraid that my words would kill
I think I still believe in Jesus
Heās a friend when I choose to pray
My demons get my high
Iām burning all the time
They never wash my sins away
Iām singing hymns at the top of my lungs
I think they devil made me do it
I found myself when I lost my faith
Now Iām crazy
Donāt pray for me
Itās the reason that I was depressed
I could see it on their face
I did not deserve His grace
So I skipped the Holy sacrament
I swear I still believe ins omething
I couldnāt pray the gay away
So If Iām the wicked one, Iām still my _____, and youāll never take that love away
Iām letting go, itās not your fault
Youāll always be a work of art
I told you Iām leaving this morning
No, wait wait, donāt pick up the phone
Let it go to message, maybe you could keep it
Tell __ Iām coming home













