excommunication lyrics starters (pt. 4)
tw for: homophobia, alcohol, drugs, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal idealation, anti-religious iconography
Pronouns can be switched around as you see fit!
One More
It’s always me and you against the world
I could be like anybody else
I don’t fight fair
But, you don’t care
Spend an afternoon inside your room watching Sci-Fi
You get me high
If you give me just one more night, I could prove that there’s a God
If give me just one more try, I was liking you a lot
I know it’s crazy and insane
I think it’s weird when you’re away
It’s you I adore
So give me one more
We could be like anybody else in a parked car
I got you hot
Spend a decade letting go of shame and then we’ll talk
I gotta walk
I know it’s never too late
I was liking you
Black Light
Change is good when I touch him
I wish we would, we could start now
Is it crazy that your’e on my couch?
Everything you’re saying’s what I’m sying
I’ll go and turn the lights
I like them low at night
I could tell you what I’m thinking
I gotta tell you what I’m thinking
Pray I don’t play the way I used to
Something’s taking over me
Stay, come and be my daily ritual
We’ll break the rules like back in school
I want you under me
I want you under the black light, baby
Trouble seems to be a friend of mine
Could we keep the faith?
I really want to but I can’t see straight
I’m ready for the real
Life is so surreal
Fortune favors the brave
Things are getting weird but I like it
Please, please say I’m not insane
I want you
John, Give ‘Em Hell
I heard your voice inside my darkness
You gave me something to hold onto
Did you ever stop to notice all these voices change the world?
They got you all wrong
I wrote you this song
There’s work to be done
In the meantime, give ‘em hell
Truth is all that they want
Turth’s a one-two punch
Our lives are different, different commitments
Sins and religion, what do they mean?
Some say you’re evil
I think you’re real
I just want what’s real from this whole thing
Don’t let them think they’ve won
Devil
Sunday mornings make me nervous
They don’t feel like they used to feel
My religion feels wrong, but I can’t tell my mom
I’m afraid that my words would kill
I think I still believe in Jesus
He’s a friend when I choose to pray
My demons get my high
I’m burning all the time
They never wash my sins away
I’m singing hymns at the top of my lungs
I think they devil made me do it
I found myself when I lost my faith
Now I’m crazy
Don’t pray for me
It’s the reason that I was depressed
I could see it on their face
I did not deserve His grace
So I skipped the Holy sacrament
I swear I still believe ins omething
I couldn’t pray the gay away
So If I’m the wicked one, I’m still my _____, and you’ll never take that love away
I’m letting go, it’s not your fault
You’ll always be a work of art
I told you I’m leaving this morning
No, wait wait, don’t pick up the phone
Let it go to message, maybe you could keep it
Tell __ I’m coming home










