I've got a postman knocking daily on my door

He claims he brings news from heaven's floor

He caters to the young, caters to the poor

But the love of the Sun is all I can afford

It's better than what I thought

It's better than what I thought

It's better than what I thought I had before

It's better than what I thought I had before, before

No word from my kin, my own words ignored

I tried bleeding out the pain that I had stored

I give love to those who can afford

Between my legs a jewel labours till it's sore

Redemption is lost on me

Redemption is lost on me

Redemption is lost on me, lost child of the lord

Redemption is lost on me, lost child of the lord, of the lord

I have a postman knocking daily on my door

No clue what he claims to be bringing forth

Stuck under my nails, hidden in my pores

I fear he'll scratch out the pain I've adored

Redemption is lost on me

Redemption is lost on me

Redemption is lost on me, lost child of the lord

Redemption is lost on me, lost child of the lord, of the lord