Who will save your soul
When it comes to the flower now
Who will save your soul
After all the lies that you told
Who will save your soul
If you won't save your own?
Save your own
So we pray to as many different gods are there are flowers
We call religion our friend
We're so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that god will take his toll that we forget to begin
Who will save your soul
When it comes to the flower now
Who will save your soul
After all the lies that you told
