Correction Paroles Four Part Cure par Chris Orrick

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Be careful of the gods you worship
They portray the world as perfect, but that's not how Earth is
And science says there's many universes
And religious verses tell us God controls this version
So if there's other universes and we're not alone
Maybe there's other gods and they got their own
Maybe they go to bars together hanging out
And find things about their universe to brag about
Like, my universe is fourteen billion years old
It's got a planet in it full of superheroes
And I designed it all myself and they enjoy it
It's amazing that these motherf*ckers still haven't destroyed it
And then the gods get on their Facebook
And they neglect to show the negative and only celebrate the good
They pick and choose the better parts of their creation
And only post about us when their ego needs inflation

Do not fear death

Now I don't have a killer instinct
Only killing I'm doing is when I'm filling this drink
Only feeling I'm feeling is sipping Victory Gin
So I give up and let familial history win
Rather my body's destruction than letting misery in
If it means feeling numb, then God deliver me sin
I don't wanna die young, but I don't know how to quit
Some people turn to the Son to know to live
Some people turn to a gun and know when to quit
Some people vanish and run where no one exists
I know some overcome, take control of their shit
But the older I get, the more I succumb
I start to wonder why we're all so obsessed
With a life we're not positive even happens at death
The more I grow it's easier to accept
That we have no control over what happens next

What is painful is easy to endure

The irony of my life will be how long it lasts
And fame'll make a signature an autograph
Power turns a peasant to an autocrat
A check beside your name determines follow backs
It's the little things in life that drive you up a wall and back
While you ignore the bigger problems and it all goes bad
'Cause pain is either chronic or its brief, mild or intense
And rarely ever in between
The subtle differences amount to context
'Cause people talk about their pain like it's a contest
Never let them shame the way you feel
Only you can tell you if the pain you feel is real
Now let me break character for a second
Go to Camera 2 and stare directly into you
Those problems in your mind can be a strength
And I've never solved a single one of mine because I drank

What is good is easy to get

Growing up there wasn't money in the house
And Mom had thirty liquor bottles underneath the couch
Sometimes I had to shower heating water on the stove
And went to school with dirty f*cking clothes
And Mom was never ever happy
She went to rehab and we went to latchkey
I know I use my music to complain
As a straight white male with straight white male pain
A decent life is easy to attain
When the color of my skin can win in a rigged game
So if you grew up poor and white
Recognizing privilege doesn't take away your plight
But, imagine walking in a club
And your skin color had people calling you a thug
For the music that you like or the liquor that you sip
For me, the good life is easier to get

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