God

John Frusciante - God

So each day would be new, I'd build you to sleep

Thats the idea of time, but you'll just have have to see

You can do what you want, or so you would think

But 'till you stop all your thoughts,

You're tied to ghosts surrounding

When the faults break sound in the rainy season

It comes from my insides

When the thunderous lion strikes down,

You see in your real eye

People, blaspheme my name