Jesus Christ, thats a pretty face The kind youd find on someone I could save If they dont put me away Well, itll be a miracle Do you believe youre missin out That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed The nights hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I wont know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, Im alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? cause this problems gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, Im not scared to die, Im a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And the ship went down in sight of land And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know youre coming in the night like a thief But Ive had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that Im someone you can trust But Im scared Ill get scared and I swear Ill try to nail you back up (everyone now) So do you think that we could work out a sign So Ill know its you and that its over so I wont even try I know youre coming for the people like me We all got wood and nails And tongue-tied at hate factories We all got wood and nails And tongue-tied at hate factories We all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 21:26:14 +0000