Look at you, with your branches hanging down How do you move without the wind? Flowers bloom upon your arms without sunlight You must be planted in sin
I'm not some kind of demon You cannot judge every word that I say We're not combined in some sort of cosmic web We are just insignificant
I'm a sinner, you're a saint But in the eyes of God we are both the same
Meaninglessness has no sign of slowing down We are just floating black dust Cruelty and chance are the rules of this universe God, now roll those holy dice
I'm not some kind of demon You cannot judge every word that I say
We're not combined in some sort of cosmic web We are just insignificant
I'm a sinner, you're a saint But in the eyes of God we are both the same
Actually, God's not dead He was never alive A tight knit safety net To catch those stubborn thoughts
I wish I couldn't think I wish I wouldn't worry about what he thinks
I'm a sinner, you're a saint But in the eyes of God we are both the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.