You're abiding
I'm decaying
It's your truths
That I'm betraying
You know the joke
You know the punchline
Is this really real?
Or is it all in my mind?
You succumb to
The power and glory
All these things are
Transitory
Can't find a preacher
To forgive my sins
And I don't know
Where the future begins
I don't think that I can work this out
I can't escape the doubt
You say virtue is it's own reward
But it just seems too absurd
I don't think I can be
A better version of me
I don't think I can be
A better version of me
The battery's dead
The walls are closing in
The radio's dead
There's something under my skin
Stormy Monday
Reliving these sins
And I don't know
Where this begins