The Gospel, distorted
It leaves my blood running cold
But still they say
I'm rigging the ritual

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive

It's so convoluted
They're just trepanning for gold
May they rest in peace
'Cause they're fucking dead to me
Well, there's your eulogy
The water's polluted
My feathers caught in the spill
Nobody said that it would be safe up here

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive

Your salvation's a letdown, ooh
I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive

It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently
No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, God help me
There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, hopefully
Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me
It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently
No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, God help me
There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, Hopefully
Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me
Woe is me
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive

Your salvation's a letdown, ooh
I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive