How ironic
I'm nailed to the cross
while the vultures stuff their mouths.
God and the devil are split by a thin white line
Six feet from an early grave
nine inches from being saved
eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate
Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away
To be yours
Six feet from an early grave
nine inches from being saved
eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate
Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours
Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away
To be yours
Her clothes will crack and peel off
A hard stance that a habit made soft
I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours