Purification of the body through suffering
What are you talking about? Jesus died. That should be enough
Oh, you just don’t understand. We’re sinners. We always will be sinners. Sinners

I wish that the ocean would just disappear
And I want to be there to watch it all dry up, sea and sky
I have to make sure it happens

I tell you the truth: you will be given a task, but not the time to complete it
But since everything is on God’s time, surely He would have done it on time
Instead of repenting on your deathbed, you will die on your penance-bed

Flashback to a dream I have where I’m in a toystore
I look really hard because I can have whatever toy I want
So overwhelmed with options, I choose nothing, and therefore, I get nothing

Sometimes my dad would teach me board games long into the night
It’s important to know lifelong strategies
Then I find I’ve wet the bed when I wake up

Once I wished upon a shooting star
I never got what I wanted
Not even to this day, when it’s in my power to get things for myself.
They don’t make it anymore

Artists have every right to paint Adam and Eve naked
But they have no idea how right they are when they censor them with leaves
After all, that’s what they put on after they became ashamed
Not even Eden is a symbol of purity anymore