are you there god? it's me, yips

from TA03.1: DECLASSIFIED by the garages

original song (YIPS KANEKO THRUSTS HER BLOODY FIST THROUGH THE UNFEELING EYE OF GOD) by mother love blone (@lastyears_model) from the album , this version by ras

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    i’m a martyr
    i'm a drama queen
    gonna make an impact when I crater the team
    i'm a failure
    i'm a total mistake
    gonna shout it out loud till the heavens shake
    rip the diamond
    cut away from the scene
    just a bloody stain on the wind screen
    i'm a batter
    i'm a stubborn mistake
    how much more are you gonna take
    
    wyatt can you see me now
    in the hatred of the crowd
    every scream's a beating heart denying what we lost on the way
    can you believe this shit is free
    i'll make the guys upstairs fear me
    every bat's a piece of kindling in the pyre, i'm not afraid
    
    tragedian
    incineration routine
    razor blades in the grass where the blood runs green
    yips kaneko
    ripping out your heart
    every stitch of my name cauterizing the scar
    i'm a martyr
    i'm a drama queen
    gonna make an impact that'll crater the team
    i'm a fighter
    i'm a feral mistake
    there's nothing left, nothing left to take
    
    wyatt can you see me now
    in the hatred of the crowd
    every scream's a beating heart denying what we lost on the way
    can you believe this shit is free
    i'll make the guys upstairs fear me
    every bat's a piece of kindling in the pyre, i'm not afraid
    
    [god said]
    [wrong]
    [her strength]
    [through the ætherwaves]
    *SCREAMING*
    [watch me do my sin]
    [god's forgetfulness]
    [every stain]
    [watch me]
    [i have sinned]
    
    wyatt can you see me now
    in the hatred of the crowd
    every scream's a beating heart denying what we lost on the way
    can you believe this shit is free
    i'll make the guys upstairs fear me
    every bat's a piece of kindling in the pyre, i'm not afraid
    
    a petty player on the stage
    you're all too scared to turn the page
    to realize the end is coming, every bloody game marked the way
    you think i'm gonna lay back down?
    it's way too late to turn back now
    every bone’s a piece of kindling in the pyre, i'm not afraid