I think I'm in need of a savior
Someone with poisoned nervous eyes
Someone with a code of behavior
For someone that I could just ... oh, you know.
Oh if you say so
I'll hand it to you
If you say so
Don't let your lungs slow
They're breathing for you
Let your lungs go
Hear me, I'm need of a savior
Someone who shakes at my surprise
Someone who isn't a jailer
That certain someone that won't ... oh, you know.
Oh if you say so
I'll hand it to you
If you say so
Don't let your lungs slow
They're breathing for you
Let your lungs go
It don't take a whole pulse inside this shell
To realize that I am going straight to hell. (Oh well!)
As I'm creeping and I'm creeping and I'm creeping to the top,
Stepping on everyone I know to make sure they end up below.
Should I be scared for every minute I've been sinning?
Should I be scared for that one minute it'll set in?
Should I be scared for me?