...The Unopened Email To God by The Paper Chase Lyrics

(My mad machine)
To indeed be a god
To indeed the pale white horse
With you we turn the mountains, went upside down
With you it's a force

With you I am a god
With you it’s a force
With you we turn the mountains, turned upside down
With you it's not the choice

"I'm gonna be a god,​
I’m gonna be a god"

To indeed be a god
To indeed the pale white horse
With you we turn the mountains, went upside down
With you it's not the force ("We're gonna be a god")

To indeed be a god
To indeed the pale white horse
With you we turn the mountains, went upside down
With you it's not the force ("I'm gonna be a god")
The lights, the flash, the wings, the sun
The lights, the flash, the wings, the sun
The lights, the flash, the wings, the sun
The lights, the flash, the wings, the sun

The sun
I'm burning on the sun
The sun
Burning on the sun

The most depressing period was when they took me to the hospital. But we didn't realize the condition of our injuries.​

I'm God now. Please God, [?] way out of here.​

The sun... is uncontrollable... unforgiving. With the sun, you can’t shape and sculpt reality... I hate the sun.​