Is there a place up in heaven, where they store the worlds debris?
I swear I’m not a wicked person
Is there a wasteland for me?
Am I scared?
I’m fucking terrified
These thoughts eat me alive
(From the inside)

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 fucking 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