In a Grave

Empty, I know I am Such a shame that all you gave me It's so empty A photograph of a copy of a trace of empathy Baby, love don't make you rich, just happy Maybe hate will make you want it badly Blah, blah, blah Go and get me a blade The only way to God is to do a crusade And if you can't do that Go for money and fame And then more, more, more All the sinners, all the saints You still end up in a grave What's your number, what's your name? It don't matter in the grave (In the grave) Golden boy or human stain You still end up in a grave Don't like my sins unless they're deadly Can't diе if I am dead already Baby, love don't makе you rich, just happy Maybe hate will make you want it badly Blah, blah, blah Go and get me a blade The only way to God is to do a crusade And if you can't do that Go for money and fame And then more, more, more (All the sinners, all the saints) (You still end up in a grave) (What's your number, what's your name?) (It don't matter in the grave) (In the grave) Golden boy or human stain You still end up in a grave