When God comes to me

I will be shaking

Gun loaded on my knee

My fingers waiting

Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken

Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip



God help my shaking hand

I can see your light

They're lining up the dead

Gonna take another sip of your soul

Your favorite sinner



My god is just a dream

He's got the answers

This city's killing me

faster and faster

Gonna tell him I was born, broken

And then I'm gonna let myself run free



God help my burning hair

I can see your light

You're lining up the dead

Gonna take another sip of your soul

Your favorite sinner X3