Bury (fuck)
Bury me
I'm counting down the days
I like the way you stand with god
When you're too afraid

(No!)

You'll spend your whole life running
And you'll still end up with nothing

But I've washed my sins in the blood of Jesus
(in the blood)
In the blood

Bury you till it fucking hurts
But I don't wanna be a member of your fucking church
No

No, no no
No, oh

Tell me, tell me
Why are Christians so accepting of death?
Does that mean that I don't believe in god?
Cause I'm not ready to leave yet
No I'm not ready to die at all

But you, you've got it all figured out
You're counting down the days
But what makes you so certain
You're the one to be saved

Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck

Cause let me tell you
Love like that must cost
An arm and a fucking leg
Because my tongue will not move
No matter how hard I beg