He doesn't know when the room went dark but he found himself without a doubt
That the chance was gone to make another mark and put another prayer in a stack he saved without
A place or time that he could call his own Would you say his soul was saved?
Now, what is your life, is living everything you wanted tonight?
Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as
seriously shameful waste of your time
Wondering what to do with all these prayers
Rising to the service I arrive
Holding onto my dear life
We all said each had seen you last alive
Betting on the tear tracks ten percent to tithe
Walking right in the footsteps of the Lord
Would you say his soul was saved?
And in the darkness there he died, or will a bastard be revived?
Now, what is my life, is living everything I wanted tonight?
Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as
seriously shameful waste of my time
Wondering what to do without a prayer
I can't believe this anyhow, I don't understand
Your suffering and sacrifice under praying hands
I'm cast unclean until the evening
Looking every bit the part
Undiscovered sinners leaning in to practice to perfect the meaning of neglect
Art carved stone angels looking up and down
It's dark enough to walk around
So is it darkness when I die, or will a bastard be revived?
He's a little genius of faith, with ideas newborn from haze
Now, what was my life, is dying everything I wanted tonight?
Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as
seriously shameful waste of my time
Wondering what to do with all these prayers
God, what was my life, was dying everything you wanted tonight?
Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as seriously shameful waste of my time
Wondering how to get a single prayer.
