I've always imagined if heaven is real
You'd be looking down on me and quite unsure of what you see
Nothing to be proud of
Angels would despise getting my watch duty
Wishing there was no soul in me
Because I'd be a cumbersome job to hold

Watching me would leave their brains with welts and holes
Their eyes would molt that shade of Rose
And they would witness the same dreary view I hold
Feel the warmth of ignorance fade
Augmented melancholy
sickly rain parade

I imagine if heaven is real
There's no seat for me
And no repeal
I'd never witness pearly gates
My sins have paved a deeper way
Down
Not quite in the ground
I imagine purgatory is my rightful destination
Or maybe that's my cowardly persuasion

Talking
Chirping
Always...