Paroles
I don't want anything to do with anything divine
No penitence, no patience, no design
No creation, no decline
I don't want any good to come from all my disbelief
No silver-lined exceptions, no reprieve
No redemption, no release
Every lie has its disciples
So maybe I've been too devout
But do you count yourself a casualty of a drunken god's mistakes
When they were always yours to make?
This free will isn't free but we all pay a different price
And I've got nothing but my morals left to sacrifice
If I can't empty out my sentences before I die
Then I'll be wearing out my welcome in the afterlife
Every mountain bears its fortune, oh
But I don't climb except for you
But do you count yourself a casualty of the shadows of your past
When they were always yours to cast?
It's hard work having a soul
It's hard, hard work having a soul
It's hard work having a soul
It's hard, hard work having a soul
It's hard work having a soul
It's hard, hard work having a soul
It's hard work having a soul
It's hard, hard work having a soul
A soul
A soul
A soul