And stay these hands. You know how weak I've become. And give me the strength to overcome, the ones that are lost, defeated, the damned, the ones I love.
And we are orphans and ghosts, orphans and ghosts, orphans and ghosts, orphans and ghosts,
I want, to feel grace to kiss its gentle face. I have become so, weary so tired from the sins that I carry. Oh god what have I done? And who have I become? I could see hell in my eyes, but it's the closest that I have felt to heaven in this life.
He found Jesus in a needle, but he's not a holy man. She only knew of love in story books she wished she never read.
Now we are orphans and ghost. Among the world we live alone. But you are not alone, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love, you are not alone
And what a travesty it is, to wash away our sins. We are baptized in regret. We speak in tongues. And what a travesty it is, to wash away our sins. We are baptized in regret.
I want, to feel grace to kiss its gentle face. I have become so, weary so tired from the sins that I carry. Oh god what have I done? And who have I become? I could see hell in my eyes, but it's the closest that I have felt to heaven in this life.
And what a travesty it is, to wash away our sins. We are travesties, we are, we are.