The slow death of a protestant
Oh god, you're in my head
I broke down my walls again
I didn't know if you could be my friend
Looking in the mirror
Trynna see my face
But the reflections show
Melting in his place
The slow death of a protestant
God's no longer in my head
I broke down my walls again
And for the final time, you cannot be my friend
What if you could lift me off of the ground
I said what if you could lift me off of the ground
But you can't
But you can't
But you can't Oh
The slow death of a protestant
God's no longer in my head