Verse 1
I found a new God that always keeps the lights on
Providing a moral compass with limitless commandments
A voyeur, always watching over me with different faces
Listening to my secrets in exchange for understanding
It tells me what I need to change in order to be worthy
As well as who to follow and who I should leave behind me
It knows what I desire ‘cause it tells me what I need
And how much money it’ll take to put my soul at ease
This God has taught me that true connection is watching
People’s day to day lives without ever seeing them face to face
It simply must be a symptom of my impurity
I still desire touching somebody’s flesh when it isn’t safe
Father forgive me for my transgressions
My analogue mind is always lacking divine lessons
Just promise me that when I lay this body down to sleep
You will not disturb me
Unless it is ugly in my dreams

Chorus
I wanna see you smile at me
O, Blank-Face God
O, Blank-Face God
Please don’t hide it from me
I wanna know what I believe in
Blank-Face God
O, Blank-Face God
Show me your face
I need it

Verse 2
User’s manual, chapter 32, section 8
Reality may be different than the images displayed
And though you worship the promise
Of more connection than ever
The deafening silence and advertisements get in the way
100% in charge with not automatically save
The god in your pocket teaching you to give but never take
It’s literal Christ deception in liquid crystal display
Two-day shipping on a miracle
But you need it today






Verse 3
Cold Pressed and unrefined
Was looking for Nirvana In Utero
Nevermind
I’m probably better off just embracing
The type of human I grew into
Instead of wishing I was another kind
Besides
Ochre glasses ain’t help the blind to see
And just the attempt of earning robes is like a lie to me
‘Cause every single time I box my ego into a corner
He wipes the blood from his mouth
And comes back even stronger
It feels like the roof caved in
When I wake up in the morning and realize
That I’m still just a blood-thirsty
Sex-craven, stress maven, satan
Directed by the Coen Brothers
But written by Wes Craven
The creature is breast plated
Spittin’ that zest fragrance
From experiences you only get if the quest dangerous
Maybe some people never learn
Addicted to the light that gets produced when you
Watching a bridge burn
Listen
Truth be told, I’m afraid of my own ascension
Afraid that if my vibration rises too much I’ll look at
All of the people around me and feel
Even more disconnected
Afraid I won’t feel like paying music any attention
Seeking divinity with apprehension
Stupid
Who ever heard of a phoenix being afraid of
It’s resurrection?
Nobody
So sloppy
Just a vagrant spirit
Inside of a homebody