13 AND GOD - Low Heaven lyrics

rate me

in not wanting to have their eyes pennied

and/or a bone shown broken to the open air

they're...

praying for their lucky stars to shoot...

we remain such gluttons

for the generous threat of being

supreme to a man mold maker with a tendency

toward the more dramatic side of everything

we are...

flattered i'm sure,

and what does modern child mistakenly chalk up

to the humongous homogenous win column of god

the swapping of a dearest dead pet for a fresh one...

finding someone else's wallet or say, a snow day

they're...

threatening their lucky stars to shoot