Lyrics

When God comes to me I will be shaking Gun loaded on my knee My fingers waiting Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip God help my shaking hand I can see your light They're lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul Your favorite sinner My god is just a dream He's got the answers This city's killing me Faster and faster Gonna tell him I was born, broken And then I'm gonna let myself run free God help my burning hair I can see your light You're lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul Your favorite sinner X3