Bottomless hole - Short Version

I don’t get how you sleep at night, pulse at a normal rate- biblical spectacles giving you peace!
I don't see how your bed is clean, bloody hands tend to drip- look at our palms they're all covered with grease.

Oh Jehovah take a look, he read your book and went a bit mad…
It's time to strike with force- he needs to go, a bottomless hole.

I'ts safe to say this ship is doomed- sailing through honest hate, all the directions now lead to one.
I understand your passive brain needs a higher force to lead- call me romantic but how about love?

Oh Jehovah take a look, he read your book and went a bit mad…
It's time to strike with force- he needs to go, a bottomless hole.