[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

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