And are those real angels in the magazines?
Oh, is there a heaven? You'd know now you've been
Are those real stars that hang in the sky?
Or are they man-made, a trick of the light?
Amen, amen, amen
And is there a God up there? So, where does He hide?
'Cause the devil is raging inside my mind
And is there a moment when it all makes sense?
When saying goodbye doesn't feel like the end?
Amen
Amen
Amen, amen
Sometimes, I can't help blaming You
For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?
There's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs
But we both know that won't be enough
'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night
There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes
I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do
Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with You
Amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
