Cheap Faith

Cheap Faith

© 2022 Karianne Gabaldon 

(Verse 1)

Your lungs are damaged now, Ms. Karianne,
Your self-worth sinks in the sand,
Your self-worth sinks in the sand.
Your tachycardia comes from the cans,
From energy drinks to the drugs,
All you’ve ever wanted was love.

Dehydration drowns you,
The point you suffocate,
To quit would be a little too late.
And starvation seemed to define you,
You’re hurting yourself,
It’s time that you get help.

(PreChorus)

Razor blade-stained mind,
You are one of a kind.
Sabotage-stained blues,
What are you doing to you?

(Chorus)

Well I’m well on my way today,
I’m rotted with blood all on my legs,
I’m well on my way today,
I’m relying on cheap faith,
Relying on cheap faith while decayed.

(Verse 2)

My mind’s spoiled and it’s off key,
Fucking me up mentally,
Fucking me up mentally.
And my cigarette lies,
On my destroyed scarred up lungs,
I don’t think that it’s any fun.

I am deep fried and crumbed,
And all my demons having some,
All my demons having some.
Having no regrets yet dealing with the doom,
It’s all because of you,
Now what are you gonna do?

(PreChorus)

They say self-sabotage,
Lies in my garage,
I’ll let it out in a bit,
But first I’ll throw a big fit.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

Alive but dead,
I’ll try to drown my sorrows instead.
(x3)

(Chorus x2)