God blesses everyone But who you really are? Victim or savior, mighty or embryo? The hotel room, the blinding lights The shadow’s dancing on the wall behind my back For all the things I’ve done Oh, dear lord, why do I stay alive [Why do I stay] In the agony of mind? And if I found brand new start [Brand new start] And recognized the goodness of the things we are [The things we are] Dear lord, will it save my life [Say will it save me] From Mrs. Agony of mind? It’s the agony of mind [It’s the agony of mind]
And I won’t sleep till the lights come on Waiting for the dawn Feed bloodstream with white wine Know I should be gone into the lightning strike [Know I should be gone] Know I should be gone for the roads of gold [For the roads of gold]
And in the forest of believers I found creatures like me Don’t know how long we must keep living in a dream [How] That if time will pass [Dust to dust] Dust to dust We wouldn’t be even real And there, there will be found the agony of mind No, it’s the agony of mind It’s the agony of mind No, it’s the agony of mind [It’s the agony of mind]
And I won’t sleep till the lights come on Waiting for the dawn Feed bloodstream with white white wine I know I should be gone into the lightning strike [Know I should be gone] Know I should be gone for the roads of gold [Know I should be gone]
There was a girl and I couldn’t believe she was real There was a girl and I couldn’t believe she was real There was a joke on me There were my hopes and fears There was a girl and I couldn’t believe she was real
It’s unpredictable My future’s inside her hands I’m scared to die [To die] She’s the religion which I made when I believed in paradise [Paradise] She’s simultaneously figured and designed by the dark So why do I keep counting days to meet her? Why do I have all these stones? I’m not the writer [I’m not the writer] But I’m the one who’s written down: “I’ll see you soon. Don’t wanna know who the fuck am I”
Will I ever be loved? NO Will I ever be gone? No, Standing under the dome of the things that I’ve done Will I ever be loved? NO Will I ever be gone? No, Standing under the dome of the things that I’ve done
It’s unpredictable My future’s inside her hands She’s sick and tired [Sick and tired] Of being everything I wanna own inside my shameless life [Shameless life] No Andrew Garfield makes more tears No Tarantino makes more blood As me when I keep praying for the sake of self-made God I got the stones I’m not the writer [I’m not the writer] I'm falling through the night “I’ll see you soon. Don’t wanna know who the fuck am I”
I saw the devil in a midnight mess dancing in the hollow of my words I got the feeling that I’m almost dead and everything inside me is gonna burn The desolation of my spirit, surreal reflections of myself I do not care if I did ‘em cuz I still go, oh, I still go down to the hell It’s unpredictable My future’s inside her hands I’m scared to die I’ve got the stones I’m not the writer I'm falling through the night “Who the fuck am I?”
Will I ever be loved? NO Will I ever be gone? No, Standing under the dome of the things that I’ve done Will I ever be loved? NO Will I ever be gone? No, Standing under the dome of the things that I’ve done Will I ever be loved? No Will I ever be gone? No Standing under the dome of the things that I’ve done Will I ever be loved?