Carleigh Mack - Crop Circles (Single Version) Lyrics

I see myself alone on my death bed
With cats that love me only cause I fed them
I tell myself "f*ck it" cause one day I'll be dead
But then forget about it cause I'm self conscious
I don't believe in holy spirits
As if I would make it to heaven
I'd rather be born again
We run around in those crop circles
Get some adrenaline type rush as the light comes on down for us
All those flying UFOs
Invade our crop circles
I think we're smaller than we make ourselves believe
In fact I know that stranger things have happened to me
We're all just puppets playing with our own damn strings
But if we cut them all off would we feel more free?
I don't believe in holy spirits
As if I would make it to heaven
I'd rather be born again
We run around in those crop circles
Get some adrenaline type rush as the light comes on down for us
All those flying UFOs
Invade our crop circles