| [00:25.665] | Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world's debris? |
| [00:32.284] | I swear I’m not a wicked person; is there a wasteland for me? |
| [00:38.032] | Am I scared? I’m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [00:44.463] | (From the inside) |
| [00:51.656] | Our bodies are prisons for our souls |
| [00:56.468] | Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement |
| [01:02.774] | But fear not |
| [01:04.727] | All flesh decays |
| [01:07.650] | Death turns all to ash |
| [01:12.535] | And thus, death frees every soul |
| [01:18.209] | Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? |
| [01:23.398] | Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty? |
| [01:29.252] | Am I scared? I’m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [01:35.603] | From the inside |
| [01:43.762] | I am a liar, I am a sinner |
| [01:46.525] | I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made |
| [01:51.531] | I’m reminded of it every single day |
| [01:54.738] | I am the snake, I am the snare |
| [01:57.791] | Who’s beats of my own heart’s what kept me marching |
| [02:02.526] | With no legs to get me there |
| [02:06.674] | We’re all liars, living sinners |
| [02:09.774] | Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made |
| [02:12.662] | It won’t define me in any way |
| [02:14.762] | We’re all walking cadavers with faith that’s faulted to despair |
| [02:17.353] | Why |
| [00:25.665] | Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world' s debris? |
| [00:32.284] | I swear I' m not a wicked person is there a wasteland for me? |
| [00:38.032] | Am I scared? I' m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [00:44.463] | From the inside |
| [00:51.656] | Our bodies are prisons for our souls |
| [00:56.468] | Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement |
| [01:02.774] | But fear not |
| [01:04.727] | All flesh decays |
| [01:07.650] | Death turns all to ash |
| [01:12.535] | And thus, death frees every soul |
| [01:18.209] | Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? |
| [01:23.398] | Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty? |
| [01:29.252] | Am I scared? I' m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [01:35.603] | From the inside |
| [01:43.762] | I am a liar, I am a sinner |
| [01:46.525] | I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made |
| [01:51.531] | I' m reminded of it every single day |
| [01:54.738] | I am the snake, I am the snare |
| [01:57.791] | Who' s beats of my own heart' s what kept me marching |
| [02:02.526] | With no legs to get me there |
| [02:06.674] | We' re all liars, living sinners |
| [02:09.774] | Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made |
| [02:12.662] | It won' t define me in any way |
| [02:14.762] | We' re all walking cadavers with faith that' s faulted to despair |
| [02:17.353] | Why |
| [00:25.665] | Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world' s debris? |
| [00:32.284] | I swear I' m not a wicked person is there a wasteland for me? |
| [00:38.032] | Am I scared? I' m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [00:44.463] | From the inside |
| [00:51.656] | Our bodies are prisons for our souls |
| [00:56.468] | Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement |
| [01:02.774] | But fear not |
| [01:04.727] | All flesh decays |
| [01:07.650] | Death turns all to ash |
| [01:12.535] | And thus, death frees every soul |
| [01:18.209] | Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? |
| [01:23.398] | Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty? |
| [01:29.252] | Am I scared? I' m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive |
| [01:35.603] | From the inside |
| [01:43.762] | I am a liar, I am a sinner |
| [01:46.525] | I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made |
| [01:51.531] | I' m reminded of it every single day |
| [01:54.738] | I am the snake, I am the snare |
| [01:57.791] | Who' s beats of my own heart' s what kept me marching |
| [02:02.526] | With no legs to get me there |
| [02:06.674] | We' re all liars, living sinners |
| [02:09.774] | Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made |
| [02:12.662] | It won' t define me in any way |
| [02:14.762] | We' re all walking cadavers with faith that' s faulted to despair |
| [02:17.353] | Why |
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