I can’t believe it, alright? It’s yet another friday night,
That I’ll just spend alone…
WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO END IN FLAMES!

And so “escape” with me, we can do just anything right here
in pure modernity, what you “kinda loved” is vital now.
And everywhere that’s unopinionated’s just a ploy of theirs.
And everything and everyone that doesn’t like it’s in despair.

I can’t believe it, alright? It’s yet another friday night,
And I may be alone, at least I’m here with everything I want.
I can’t believe it, alright? I’m exercising all my rights,
I think I’m “happier” than I would be in Christian Anarchy.

Please close that door to them, you wouldn’t want to risk it coming in.
Wake up to stay up late, So you can be with all “favorite” things,
But all my drugs just aren’t cutting it for me anymore.
AM I EVEN HAPPIER?
AM I EVEN HAPPIER LIKE THIIIIIIISSS?

(Just can’t believe it, alright? No, I’m not strong enough to fight)
(the cursed Satan that awaits beneath the floorboards of my room.)
(I can’t believe it, alright? It’s yet another quiet night,)
(Where I’m unsaveable, I’ll never be in Christian Anarchy.)

OH GOD, HOW I WAS WRONG.
OH GOD, HOW I WAS WRONG.

Hope, not ignorance, I dropped the limerence.
His love is tangible, his words immutable,
I wanna build the world that he had made me see
beyond contemporary,
we’re in Catholic Anarchy!

I can’t believe it, alright? It’s yet another friday night,
that I won’t spend alone, I’m here with you,
and everyone I love.