Well are you satisfied now?

Take my putrid my soul, it’s only worth your heresy

Prosthetic paper Jesus resurrection, I’ve got nothing to say

I'm only worth how much I’ve stolen

Just take a look at all my style

Sooner or later I’ll be made to shut my eyes

Lucy’s got the hots for selling blasphemy (that cheetah)

But this one burns especially

She’s on the clock to service me tomorrow

'Cause I’m all booked up today

Some people can’t be saved

Or sick

Have you evеr danced with the trifecta?

Surеly they’ve heard about me

Word creeps right around, so don’t be late to catch your one way

It’s the last one until Monday arrives

Leaving town on borrowed timing

Leaving town on borrowed timing

Have you ever lied before? (Would you ever?)

Are you alive?

Are you lying?

Are you lying to me right now?

Are you dying?

Sooner or later I’ll be made to

Sooner or later I can’t wait to

O Messiah of the Union, thank you

Sooner or later I’ll be made to shut my eyes

Lucy's got the hots for selling blasphemy (that cheetah)

But this one burns especially

She’s on the clock to service me tomorrow

'Cause I’m all booked up today

Some people can’t be saved