Saliva

If there's a God at Heaven's door, do you thin He wants me anymore?
It's all left up to circumstances, a whole life filled with second chances.
Pounded like nails into my floor.
Everybody hates and everybody dies.
Begin to separate a world that's full of lies.
Separate yourself, to separated self
Separate yourself, to separated self
Surely there's a better place for me,
A place where I can spend eternity.