The Cult of Lord Jesus H. Christ

Let's hang out so I can tear my head apart
And you look so proud so I just wanna break your heart
In my head I don't ever have to feel the pain
In my head I don't ever have to hear your name

And your face is just an empty never-ending space
I'm so sick of putting all this shit back in its place
Who's that kid fucking all your friends and taking off
Who's that kid I heard you were with when I was gone

It's okay 'cause I feel nothing
Yeah it's okay 'cause I feel nothing