Turn It Off Lyrics

 Funny, I don’t have a God
And I don’t own a silver-shanked revolver
Still the burden weighs me down
Thought in you I’d found my great absolver

Take a walk around 2am
Around my head
Black stone jangling in my belly
Deep like lead

My parents, they would never shout
Just silent looks that chilled me to the marrow
Guess I lived to see them smile
Guess I’ve always been that brand of shallow

Run away and abandon life
Under stairs
Black slug crawling in my belly
Troubled prayers

Come, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off for me
Come, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off for me

Some would call me mad to think
That I can change the map of every man
Some would call it arrogance
Some say you cannot modify the plan

Every failure and every frown
Blanket blame
Every burn on every hand
Feel the flame

Come, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off for me
Come, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off for me.