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If there is a heaven
I know I won't be going
Because it's probably filled
With people just like you
And obviously you're so much better than me
That's why you'll roam the sky
And I'll still walk amongst us when I die
And I'll send postcards to my dead relatives
And it's no wonder why I could not visit them when I had to die

And we're so stubborn
We're all so cruel
We can't escape our selfishness
That's why we'll be better off when we die

I don't mean to sound morbid
It simply is the truth
No one deserves this bullshit
Not even you
At least I'm being honest about how I really feel
Whereas you'd rather dance around the issue
And just use twisted logic to make me feel guilt
Well I've got news for you
I couldn't give a fuck about how you feel
Your emotions are meaningless
In the grand scheme of things

We only want one another
So we can reproduce
It's the same chemical instinct
That makes us fear death the truth


from Four Years, Five States, released December 23, 2010
words and music by Ben Tier
© 2009 Dien Bien Phunk (ASCAP)

James - drums, percussion
Mark - electric guitar, backing vocals
Sam - bass, music box samples, harmony & backing vocals
Ben - acoustic guitar, banjo, lead vocal


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