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== Lyrics == [Verse 1]<br> A sleepless Sunday morning is nothing new to me<br> There's something about that day that makes my body weak<br> The itchy tights and dresses, the walls that make you burn<br> The pain is necessary for a Godless child to learn<br> <br> When I was 8 they bathed me, their water made me pure<br> What did an 8-year-old have to ask for forgiveness for?<br> That painting made by man, the depicted divine<br> If my life is spent in worship, then is it really mine?<br> <br> "How stupid could someone be to believe them?"<br> "How stupid would you have to be to believe them?"<br> I was that stupid, I am the one you demonize<br> I was the one who suffered, and still stupid, in your eyes<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, temptation is too much<br> Can't seem to keep my legs together<br> Make me blessed, make me better<br> <br> [Verse 2]<br> A sleepless Saturday night is nothing new to me<br> Because, somewhere in my brain, I know the next day's coming<br> A Pavlovian response to men carrying trays<br> The deafening silence as all the kids pretend to pray<br> <br> They said the man in the sky who's always watching me<br> With whiter clothes and paler skin than you have ever seen<br> A man that I have never met and maybe never will<br> They said that I must beg and weep for his forgiveness still<br> <br> They put me in their tank of water, it was wonderful<br> One of the fish that Jesus fed them, still inside the bowl<br> I cried inside the bathroom, my white dress got all wet<br> If Jesus loves me now, then why do I feel so upset?<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, temptation is too much<br> Can't seem to keep my story straight<br> The God I love's a man I hate<br> <br> [Verse 3]<br> A building of worship with cameras for safety<br> A God that will love me will also berate me<br> <br> Even if you don't want to get to know him<br> We're gonna make sure that you get to know him<br> Even if you don't want to get to know him<br> We're gonna make sure that you get to know him<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, expectation is too much<br> You've broken my heart into pieces<br> Maybe I no longer need it<br> <br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, temptation is too much<br> Can't seem to keep my legs together<br> Make me blessed, make me better<br> <br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, temptation is too much<br> Can't seem to keep my legs together<br> Make me blessed, make me better<br> <br> Heavenly father, please alter this body<br> It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me<br> My skin is burning up, temptation is too much<br> Can't seem to keep my legs together<br> Make me blessed, make me better<br> <br> [Outro]<br> I still get letters from them<br> I don't know what to do<br> I wanna be frustrated<br> But I know they're victims too<br> <br> That part of my life is gone<br> Let the screen fade to black<br> "And so it came to pass,"<br> That I am never looking back<br>
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