All of my friends, a plastic bag Walking around, jumping the train tracks It's over the fence, veins are black Sleep on the bench in the park on my birthday Caught the blue lights Cursed your name When I find I'm still awake Give me everything good I'll throw it away I wish I could quit but I can't stand in shakes Choking smoke, singing in phrase I think there's a god and he hears even when I rejoice, contemplate Never know what he's saying
But I think there's a god and he hears either way And I rejoice, contemplate Lift my voice, I was made Somebody's listening and ??? my phrase when I pray Asking why did you let them leave And then make me stay Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes I rejoice, I rejoice, I rejoice, I rejoice