Sin results in death
So the two are always put together
You cannot sin and not die
Every time there is a sin
At that moment there is a death
And if you say you haven't sinned
When I know you've sinned
Then let me tell you
You and I are not on the same page
Give me some kind of ecstasy
I hate you
We get on drugs
We pop pills
I hate you
The miseries that I'm feeling
We go to entertainment to help us to forget
We connect with people because maybe they'll help me to forget
We pop pills to forget
Give me some kind of ecstasy
We get on drugs
Pop, pop pills
We get on drugs
Drugs
You can be your own God
You can be independent from God
You can be autonomous from God
I don't need to do what you say, God
I'm my own God
I hate you
Give me some kind of ecstasy
We get on drugs
You may be good looking dirt
You may be rich dirt
You may be sophisticated dirt
You may be well-known dirt
You may be poor dirt
But on your best day you are dirt
And the proof you are dirt
Is that you are going to get dirty
At the point of your demise
Because you will go back to the ground
And no matter how much botox you take
How much cosmetic surge will you get
Or how many weeds you have
You are going back to dirt