Curtains

Look, I'm not going to sit here and pretend like every day

I walk in grace and faith and I'm the best human on earth

Because I'm not. I have tough days just like all of us do

We were made in sin and God knows we're sinners, so please forgive me, Lord

There's just so much here that doesn't make sense to me

I can't understand why we're tied to this rock

I can't really understand why we're here in the first place

I know there has to be a greater good after this

This can't be the whole story

Because it doesn't really add up no more

Aye, let's paint a fucking dreamscapel

Where the better part of a lifetime is spent

Trying to awake from inside a dream state

Reality is trashed up in each day

Telling rappers they should rethink and age by until they cremate

Ain't nothing worth saving here

How can we fit this much junk on a planet that's amazing here

Atmosphere of angels here

Lot of tragedy and anger here

Figuring out new ways to die, that's all we're craving here

Ain't no addictions, just selfish choices

Relapsing to rehab, receptionists rejoices

People don't give a fuck

Them kids you babysat will run up on your mama

Mask up and tell her, give it up

The Almighty caught our arms, we all fighting

Where we going when we die?

Well, alrighty, nothing is for sure

Nothing is for certain

Nothing lasts forever, so until they close the curtain

Superman

Let's fight about everything

Let's spend a lifetime singing and gesturing to the heavens

But never mean a single thing that we say

Let's guilt purge

And still curse till we insert it in a plot that still would feel dirt

The end game avenges

The big day, remember?

Waiting hell for a sinner and their shells to be rendered

But struggle repercussions

Or even speaking of them, we some Jesus loving ugly fast food eating gluttons

It's gotta be for something right

We put here to sit around and get stoned until we get the munchies right

It's all about the money right

I've taught my girlfriend to get an abortion if the post can't get a hundred likes

Gun on the side

We ain't the running type

And the ones that's running us ain't the trusting type

No wonder, like nothing is for sure

Nothing is for certain

Nothing lasts forever, so until they close the curtain

Superman

(Hold my feet, 'cause all of my heart)

(I've got to bless you, bless you Lord, with my heart)