well, jesus christ, I'm alone again
so what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend
well, jesus christ, I'm not scared to die
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
do I get the gold chariot?
do I float through the celing?
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 you're coming in the night like a theif
but I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm somone you can trust
but I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up ☯