I put my body on display for the world to watch
I'll twirl a lot to the point that I hurl a bunch
Coughing blood
Pain is attention
Dead and redemption
And like Saint Maud, I get cold
Beg for the pension
And if heaven is real
I regret what I feel
The devil is real
But nah, he won't save me for real
And will my enemies feel
My repentance and guilt?
Or will they
Tell me what's real and maybe end it for real?
And it's the fear in the eyes of Yahweh
It's the fear from the skies
It's the fear every time that I'll die
And every moment of sickness
I just call for forgiveness
Wondering if the thundering
Won't stop as it comes for me
We stand in need of a miracle
We stand in need of a miracle
We stand in need of a miracle
We stand in need of a miracle