Microwave Rhapsody from Beautiful Noise by Pynch

I sat and prayed by the microwave
With my ego split open
And the illusion broken
I called out to God but he looked away
Stared at the stains on my ceiling
Aching for meaning

Does it even matter at all?
Can you ever count on anything?
Is there really something more?

I dance around my bedroom
While my life replays
There’s a ghost in my computer
That wants to tell me my future
I close my eyes and I’m a child again
Erase your jawline from my memory
Am I the man I thought I would be?

Does it even matter at all?
I thought I could be anything
Is there really something more?

The reflections on the ocean
The sparrows in the trees
The grinding ambition
Something to believe

I sat and prayed by the microwave
With my ego split open
And the illusion broken
I called out to God but he looked away
Stared at the stains on my ceiling
Aching for meaning

And did I come from nothing more than
Blood and guts and sin?
Am I dreaming?
Is this freedom?
One day I’ll die and I’ll return to the void
Am I asking the right question?
Can my soul still go to Heaven?

Does it even matter at all?
I thought I could be anything
Is there really something more?

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