#woodandnails

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away Well, It’ll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else With nobody in your bed The night is hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won’t know anyone Jesus Christ, I’m alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? Because this problem is gonna last More than the weekend Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot Or do I float through the ceiling Or do I divide and pull apart Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark This 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 thief But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique I know you think that I’m someone you can trust But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up So do you think that we could work out a sign So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try I know you're coming for the people like me But we all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories We all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories We all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine