What makes us good ones turn out to be bad? Have you gotten old, when you're all that we had? I'm working my fingers straight don to the bone. Everybody look! I'm righteously suffering. I've hated the sex, the addictives, the sins. I've hated, and hated, and damned, and hated... again, and again, and again. My parents are wondering why I've been doubting. I just don't see you there. I just don't see you there at all.
All my questions have gone deeper than fiction to find you. And when they throw me into the furnace, I won't be burned, or smell of smoke. Or smell of smoke.
No, I haven't seen it, But i can feel it. Herin is love for us bastards. No, I haven't seen it, But i can feel it. Herin is love for us bastards.
What makes the churches collapse from the inside? Everyone is right in their own minds. I didn't find you in pews, or a service. Or in staying clean, or in staying clean. My parents are wondering why I've been doubting. I just don't see you there. I just don't see you there at all.
No, I haven't seen it, But i can feel it. Herin is love for us bastards. No, I haven't seen it, But i can feel it. Herin is love for us bastards.