Testo: Saliva. Back Into Your System. Separated Self.

If there's a God at Heaven's door, do you thin He wants me anymore?
It's all left up to circumstances, a whole life filled with second chances.
Pounded like nails into my floor.
Everybody hates and everybody dies.
Begin to separate a world that's full of lies.
Separate yourself, to separated self
Separate yourself, to separated self
Surely there's a better place for me,
A place where I can spend eternity.
A place where there is no more pain and there is only sunshine reigning,
And there is no one walking on their knees.
Everybody hates and everybody dies.
Begin to separate a world that's full of lies.
Separate yourself, to separated self _ Separate yourself, to separated self
My angels they surround me, my demons they have found me.
My demons they surround me, my angels they have found me (now)