Letras
Never known anything
other than pain
And shame
And out of place
But this is the life
You know the truth
So get on your way
It's getting harder and harder
To know where God is
And where his money runs out
I've given him everything and more
And all I got left is doubt
If I'm not man enough
To stand up
And raise a little hell
On the people full of hate
Then the saints ain't calling my name
Woe is me
Well there's
Mold growing by my bedside
Telling me I ain't got a place in the world to hide
If my bed's trying to hurt me
That explains everyone else trying to burn me
Everything I saw and heard and touched
Led me to question the God I fell in love with
Back when I was seventeen
Woe is me
Woe is me
If I'm asking you in the wrong way
Come yell it to my face
If there's anything left for me to pray
I can't yell it from the grave
My ear's to the sky for a voice in the wind
Head to the ground for the shit that I did
These calloused hands aren't heaven sent
If they don't lead me to you
I would've been better off
In love
High
Drunk on money
Been a hell of a guy
With a lose, hot honey
Not a care in the world
Cause the world don't care about me
I would've been better off
Out in the woods
Raising a dog
Calling my ex
Telling her off
Not a care in the world
Cause the world don't care about me
Return the sparkle to my eyes
Or I will die
I know your ways are higher than mine
But I fear I'm gonna die