God speaks to me through a blue screen, He knows where I've been, where I'll be. God says I have to fall apart, Strip myself of broken parts. And when he died, I rolled my eyes. Fixated on gore, his blood, it soaks into the floor. I've got a lot of death to live for, And It's not enough for me to want more. Go to a bridge, stand on the edge. I don't need to feel, I don't need to think. Perfectly lined razors on a filthy sink. So, do you wanna play? God speaks to me through a blue screen, But I don't know what he means.