God speaks to me through a blue screen
He knows where I've been, where I'll be
God says I have to fall apart
Strip myself of broken parts

And when he died, I rolled my eyes
Fixated on gore, his blood, it soaks into the floor

I've got a lot of death to live for
And It's not enough for me to want more

Go to a bridge, stand on the edge

I don't need to feel, I don't need to think
Perfectly lined razors on a filthy sink

So, do you wanna play?
Do you wanna play?

God speaks to me through a blue screen
But I don't know what he means