Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face

The kind you'd find on someone I could save

If they don't put me away

It'll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing out

And everything good is happening somewhere else?

But with nobody in your bed

The night's hard to get through And I will die all alone

And when I arrive, I won't know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again

So what did You do those three days You were dead?

'Cuz this problem's gonna last

More than the weekend Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die

I'm a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot?

Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart?

'Cuz my bright is too sly to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land

And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know you'll come for me in the night like a thief

But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust

But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up So do you think that we could work out a sign

Some I know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you'll come for the people like me

But we all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory

Yeah, we all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine