My Body is a Listed Building A rchaic and outdated Underused and overstated My body is a listed building Rusting and corroding Dusty and crumbling My body is a listed building No visitors and no sale No renovation and no change My body is a listed building Time withers everything in time But this is withering without time My body is a listed building My body is a listed building No hope of ever fulfilling The potential in the bricks No attractive features My body is a listed building
God Hates Me I heard of a man who got hit by a train He sat on the track and waited for pain He cried God can’t hurt me! He didn’t understand That the train was pushed by God’s vengeful hand. People these days I heard of a girl who sat in the rain Crying her heart out, praying for pain She cried God can’t help me! She didn’t know That Gods gonna make it rain wherever she goes People these days He was a family man who made no mistakes Until he took all he could feasibly take A man of sorrow who ignored the gospels And scribbles in the sand with his own hand People these days I sat in the park and smiled in vain I knew someone up there was plotting my pain I said Just come and get me I’m not a great believer in fate, me I just know God happens to hate me. People these days