Microwave - Thinking of You, lyrics

They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven
Around the base of God's great golden throne
And sculpted me the archetypal villain
Of all the children's stories I was told

And I’ve been told believe me I’ve been told
There's been something about you
I've never liked
Something insincere about that look
Up in your eyes

And I can tell that it’s been
Hell that’s keeping you alive
But you ain’t spoke a word
For my entire fucking life
So, I've been clenching my jaw
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
You're playing with me (Pull, pull)
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
Oh God you’ve gotta calm my thoughts
With every Benzo and Elavil you've got
And I'll rot cause all your scripts
Won’t fix the real cause it's you God
And all the fucked up scare
Tactics you use on me
You've got in my weak spots
And you’re sick, sick sick sick!
Ba da da daa you’re playing with me
(Pull, pull) oh God you’ve gotta
(Pull, pull)
I’ve got an angel that keeps me from thinking
The hairs on her soft skin catch me
I’m sinking