The Gospel - Factor Chandelier, Ceschi

Make it feel better, make it heal

Make it end, please

Baby, make it feel so good

Make it cotton candy

Oxycontin candy

I want you to know right now

I want you to know right now

I want you, I want you

I want you more right now

I want you, I want you

Maybe more than ever

Taste heaven inside of you

By the time that I’m empty and quiet

I realize what love can do

It can make even tame dogs violent

It’ll stare you in the face and laugh

Take away your pain then bring it back

It’ll kiss you on the lips so fast

Revert you to a kid then stab your back, back

Told me you were searching for a God

Sounded like you were giving up

We can watch our bodies fall apart

They can call it modern art

No more need for questions

All the answers packaged

In a pretty pink form, a pretty red form

A pretty green, pretty

No more need for questions

All the answers packaged

In a pretty pink form, a pretty red form

A pretty green, pretty

I want you to know right now

I want you to know right now

I want you, I want you

I want you more right now

I want you, I want you

Maybe more than ever

Papi hid you in the top drawer

With the cottons and the stick pins

Half dead man in a living room

We were all born victims

That don’t mean shit

Nothing’s prettier to any human being

Than this meaningless existence

Full of wish after wish after wish after wish after

Guts all scattered on the floor, Picasso

Injured bird in your palm

We will all be fossils

But for now, let’s feel less awful

Tread lightly

Walk slow

That’s the gospel

That’s the gospel

That’s the God

I want you to know right now

I want you to know right now

I want you, I want you

I want you more right now

I want you, I want you

I want you more right now

I want you