Irreverent Girl WeevilDoing (Ft. ANRI (SynthV))
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[Verse 1]
A sleepless Sunday morning is nothing new to me
There's something about that day that makes my body weak
The itchy tights and dresses, the walls that make you burn
The pain is necessary for a Godless child to learn
When I was 8 they bathed me, their water made me pure
What did an 8-year-old have to ask for forgiveness for?
That painting made by man, the depicted divine
If my life is spent in worship, then is it really mine?
"How stupid could someone be to believe them?"
"How stupid would you have to be to believe them?"
I was that stupid, I am the one you demonize
I was the one who suffered, and still stupid, in your eyes
[Chorus]
Heavenly father, please alter this body
It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me
My skin is burning up, temptation is too much
Can't seem to keep my legs together
Make me blessed, make me better
[Verse 2]
A sleepless Saturday night is nothing new to me
Because, somewhere in my brain, I know the next day's coming
A Pavlovian response to men carrying trays
The deafening silence as all the kids pretend to pray
A sleepless Sunday morning is nothing new to me
There's something about that day that makes my body weak
The itchy tights and dresses, the walls that make you burn
The pain is necessary for a Godless child to learn
When I was 8 they bathed me, their water made me pure
What did an 8-year-old have to ask for forgiveness for?
That painting made by man, the depicted divine
If my life is spent in worship, then is it really mine?
"How stupid could someone be to believe them?"
"How stupid would you have to be to believe them?"
I was that stupid, I am the one you demonize
I was the one who suffered, and still stupid, in your eyes
[Chorus]
Heavenly father, please alter this body
It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me
My skin is burning up, temptation is too much
Can't seem to keep my legs together
Make me blessed, make me better
[Verse 2]
A sleepless Saturday night is nothing new to me
Because, somewhere in my brain, I know the next day's coming
A Pavlovian response to men carrying trays
The deafening silence as all the kids pretend to pray
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