Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face

The kind you'd find on someone that could save

If they don't put me away

Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out?

That everything good is happening somewhere else

But with nobody in your bed

The night's hard to get through

And I

Will die

All alone

And when I

Arrive

I won't know anyone

Jesus Christ, I'm alone again

So, what did you do those three days you were dead?

'Cause this problem's gonna last

More than the weekend

Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die

But I'm a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot

Do I float through the ceiling

Do I

Divide

And pull apart

'Cause my bright

Is far too slight

To hold back all my dark

And this ship

Went down

In sight of land

And at the gates

So, Thomas

Has to see my hands

I know you're coming in the night like a thief

But I've had some time, oh Lord

To hone my lying technique

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust

But I'm scared I'll get scared

And I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So, do you think that we could work out a sign

So I'll know it's you, and that it's over

So I won't even try

I know you're coming for the people like me

We all got wood and nails

Turn, turns out hate in factories, oh

We all got wood and nails

Turn, turns out hate in factories

We all got wood and nails

We sleep inside of this machine