[00:25.665] Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world's debris?
[00:32.284] I swear I’m not a wicked person; is there a wasteland for me?
[00:38.032] Am I scared? I’m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
[00:44.463] (From the inside)
[00:51.656] Our bodies are prisons for our souls
[00:56.468] Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement
[01:02.774] But fear not
[01:04.727] All flesh decays
[01:07.650] Death turns all to ash
[01:12.535] And thus, death frees every soul
[01:18.209] Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?
[01:23.398] Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty?
[01:29.252] Am I scared? I’m fxcking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
[01:35.603] From the inside
[01:43.762] I am a liar, I am a sinner
[01:46.525] I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made
[01:51.531] I’m reminded of it every single day
[01:54.738] I am the snake, I am the snare
[01:57.791] Who’s beats of my own heart’s what kept me marching
[02:02.526] With no legs to get me there
[02:06.674] We’re all liars, living sinners
[02:09.774] Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made
[02:12.662] It won’t define me in any way
[02:14.762] We’re all walking cadavers with faith that’s faulted to despair
[02:17.353] Why