Grass grows greener on the other side
Corn grows sweeter on the other side
And I watch and I watch and I watch and I see too much
And I broke my face and my head grows too much
God spits on my soul, there's something dead inside my hole
In my hole, in my hole, in my hole
In my hole
I step crueller but less defined
Striped cats cooler but so refine
And I want to see, what I want to be
And I see me on a toxic screen and I'm dancing to a scream
God spits on my soul, there's something dead inside my hole
In my hole, in my hole, in my hole
In my hole
How can something crawl within, my rubber holy baked bean tin
It's God to me, it's God to me, this is heart and soul,
Oh heart and soul, yeah heart and soul, my heart, heart and soul
Heart and fucking soul, my heart and soul, yeah, heart, heart