Heaven Lyrics

I want to go home

I want to sit amongst the flowers, feel my feet in the grass, and just talk with you

But nothing grows where I live, the soil is empty

Exhausted by our greed and unable to support our ambition

And you are gone

Maybe, if I search every part of myself, I can find the place where I hid you away

Maybe then, together, we can start to heal

Inside and out

It's about time, and it's not going to wait around forever

But neither am I

My name is Asarlai, and I hope you have a groovy day

Maybe heaven is a state of mind

But I'd be lying if I said it was the state of mine

Sick of being made to wait in line for the sake of it

Life is what we make of it

Been afraid of taking time

Been afraid of wasting something finite

Try as I might, I can't evade it from my eyesight

High as a kite, sick of scribbling and trying to write

Are we killing it for living, or just dying in spite

In spite of what we've been told, I've been looking out the window daydreaming

It's simple fate within the sinful age we're in

Trying to open up the ceiling like an atrium

Because it's made of glass, they'll see us breaking in

They can't be having that, right

We all got places to know

The world is looking dangerous, it's safer at home

The war that's being waged on front pages and phones

That's the engine of this deadliness

Tempting the chrome, I tell them

Everybody's fucking stressed

Wondering if happiness will come up on the test

I guess I wasn't studying enough, I'm not impressed

Better keep what I feel by the rug to be swept

Really though, can you believe

It's war and it's peace and it's Adam and Eve

It's cold and it's heat and it's owner and free

It's printing out the money and it's growing a tree

Look around uh,

I feel like everything's gotten black and whiter

They tell you life's a bitch, but have you ever been inside her

Time to flip the script, quit playing with the piper

Life is many things, she's more a lover than a fighter

But, we're all drawn to evil and a good story

They rarely show the people cause it's boring

It's warmongering Russia like in the 80's

It's gay hating Qatar and we're afraid of it

And these are all abominations, let me make it clear

I can't help but see futility in raising fear

Everyone was at the World Cup

Standing on the graves of those who made it, talking armbands and beer

Our politicians don't want to be the ones to fix it

If they did we wouldn't need them so they shouldn't risk it

Is being fucking evil in the job description

Or is there a real growing feeling towards ostracism

Maybe heaven is a state of mind after all

Maybe we can replicate it as we start to fall

I mean I'm sick of seeing promises of movement

Look in to the light until you find you're disillusioned

And everybody want to be numb

Peeking past the curtain cause we're scared of the sun

Waiting for the pain to be done

Maybe if we pray enough salvation will come

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