Has Nothing Lyrics

Born the four-leaf clover

Born in a pit of lyme

Proverbial bastard

Of Mother Mary shrines

My friends communicate in whispers

They'll tell me they know I tried

But acceptance ain't an option

I'd rather give up and die

I don't want seeds to sow

I just want to feel control

This can't be all there is

The light dims

This can't be what it is, is this really

What God meant

When it goes under, I go white

White, white

When it takes over, I

Don't want to die, don't want to die

I'd take it all for granted

If it meant I'd be fine

The callousness of my actions

Wouldn't linger long in my mind

My hate communicates in murmurs

Weakens my heart, hunches spine

I'd die laughing

If I knew you might

I don't want to feel at home

I just want a stable pulse