Look at you, with your branches hanging down
How do you move without the wind?
Flowers bloom upon your arms without sunlight
You must be planted in sin

I'm not some kind of demon
You cannot judge every word that I say
We're not combined in some sort of cosmic web
We are just insignificant

I'm a sinner, you're a saint
But in the eyes of God we are both the same

Meaninglessness has no sign of slowing down
We are just floating black dust
Cruelty and chance are the rules of this universe
God, now roll those holy dice

I'm not some kind of demon
You cannot judge every word that I say
We're not combined in some sort of cosmic web
We are just insignificant

I'm a sinner, you're a saint
But in the eyes of God we are both the same

Actually, God's not dead
He was never alive
A tight knit safety net
To catch those stubborn thoughts

I wish I couldn't think
I wish I wouldn't worry about what he thinks

I'm a sinner, you're a saint
But in the eyes of God we are both the same