Job from Expectations by Company Vacation

I'll place a bet on Job, that he does one better and moves on from You.
When faced with the God damned truth, that his brewing chest pain is a sure allergy to Your fruit

Heavy with a guilt, God you're aiming to kill, this ain't no allegory, it's a soul that you're fucking.
No hint at a life where you're done and you're filled.
Hold-your tongue, shoulder to wheel, this pain is a blessing.

I'm too afraid to feel, I was taught suppression, and a stoic sobriety.
But lately I have a hope, for a rich existence with more than anxiety.

Heavy with a guilt, God you're aiming to kill, this ain't no allegory, it's a soul that you're fucking.
No hint at a life where you're done and you're filled.
Hold tongue, shoulder to wheel, this pain is a blessing.

I'm starting to see that Hope, is really simple when I forget God and Hell.
And calling the bets all off, without consenting, I’m feeling just as well.

I'm howling at the moon for an eternity with you
Lord God of the middle class, I am exhausted
In my dreams I am drowning.
Save me from myself, I am frail and this feel pointless

And hope
is placin a bet on Job

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