كلمات Reprieve

Is there a place up in heaven, where they store the worlds debris? I swear I’m not a wicked person Is there a wasteland for me? Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified These thoughts eat me alive (From the inside) Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? Seeking shelter from their demons Trading shame for amnesty Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified These thoughts eat me alive From the inside I am a liar I am a sinner I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made I’m reminded of it every single day (I am the snake I am the snare who’s beats of my own heart’s What kept me marching With no legs to get me there) We’re all liars Living sinners Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made It won’t define me in any way