Verse 1
Last night, God spoke to me
and touched me in a dream
On the surface, I surrendered
every burden to my peace

Surrounded and unsure,
I was uncertain this was sleep
I poured bourbon, nursing nerves
and worked the words out to a beat
A photogenic photo-finish,
phoning home E.T.,
spinning vinyl on a phonograph,
foaming at the mouth

For every hater acting extra,
there’s more love here to be found,
learning it’s okay to flash a smile

Just how many flowers
have to die for your love?
Get worked like Rick Wershe
doing time for your love?
Kyrie Irving flat-earthers
telling lies for your love?
Tomi Lahren’s on Tinder,
swipe right for ya?

Falling petals in a summer breeze
There’s nothing harder than knowing
that you were never free,
that this was never deep,
that every dream that you ever dreamt
may never be

Hold up, let me back up,
find a place to set a scene

It was May when her father
took a handful of pills,
chased with liquor on that country road
driving home, asleep at the wheel
Crossed the median,
weaving into traffic he lives,
but kills a young teen,
pregnant with twins

The tragic end?

Before they gave him life in the pen,
he wrote a note to his daughter,
shot himself in the head
By the roadside vigil
where the family had wept,
they found his body in a ditch,
2am pronounced...

In every human heart,
there’s a God-shaped hole
We fill it with the drugs and the drank
and the gold
And, wake up in the morning
with no room for our soul
It’s funny how crowd
makes you feel so alone
There will never be enough
likes on that post
Or a high like that first high
from that dope
Or a love like that first love
just move on
Almost no one is awake
but everyone’s woke

Chorus 1
Just how many flowers
have to die for your love?
Get worked like Rick Wershe
doing time for your love?
Kyrie Irving flat-earthers
telling lies for your love?
Tomi Lahren’s on Tinder,
swipe right for ya?

But just how many flowers
have to die for your love?
Move weight like big Pharma
getting high for your love?
Breitbart and Russian Bots
telling lies for your love?
Brett Kavanaugh’s on Tinder,
swipe right?

Verse 2
In the eye of the beholder,
they behold us in our lust
If we wanted what we needed,
we wouldn’t need what we want
If we thought as thoughtful thinkers,
we wouldn’t think what we thought,
thinking thoughts of thoughtful thinkers,
not thinking just ‘cause we’re taught
To believe in the beliefs
we believe in
could be in part,
bought and based in the belief
we believe in, simply because,
we believe in the beliefs
that we feel that we can belong,
and don’t believe in what belongs to the facts,
the truth is...

harder to believe in the land of fake deep,
‘cause Wikipedia’s as trustworthy
now as Wikileaks
Dylann Roof is in your church pews
with AR-15s,
and when this house of cards falls,
just repeat after me

Falling petals in a summer breeze
There’s nothing harder than knowing
that you were never free,
that this was never deep,
that every dream that you ever dreamt
may never be

Hold up, let me back up,
find a place to set a scene

It was May when young Johnny
declared he’d had enough
The older kids had made fun of him,
bullied him now for months
Called his sister a dirty whore
and a hoe and a slut,
over some rumor she was pregnant
but knew not who the father was,
and at lunch, when Johnny
took up for his sister, they punched,
kicked, and physically beat him up,
‘til he was covered in blood
The same night his sister died
at the hands of a drunk,
he opened up his father’s gun cabinet,
reached for a gun

In every human heart,
there’s a God-shaped hole
Johnny filled it with the hate
and the pain felt cold
Woke up in the morning
with no room for his soul
and walked into his school,
locked and ready to unload
There will never be enough
guards on that post
to revive those who died
and have now passed on
or a way to make up for
or right this wrong
Almost no one is awake
but everyone’s woke

Chorus 2
Just how many flowers
have to die for your love?
Get worked like Rick Wershe
doing time for your love?
Kyrie Irving flat-earthers
telling lies for your love?
Tomi Lahren’s on Tinder,
swipe right for ya?

But just how many flowers
have to die for your love?
Get shot like Nipsey Hustle
trying to rhyme for your love?
Alex Jones getting canceled
telling lies for your love?
Kevin Spacey’s on Tinder,
swipe right?