Holy

You've got it all

But you've got it all wrong

You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul

Oh I know, you make it seem like you feel whole

So they don't know

You're a poor unfortunate soul

You put on a faith facade

Think you're holy when you're not

I hate to break it to you baby

But you're simply lost

You can right all the wrongs

Just to feel you belong

But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God

You're just a ghost at most

A set of empty bones

Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole

When it gets cold

Oh, oh, oh

You don't know

No you don't know

You are all alone

You poor unfortunate soul

You can't control

Where your body lets you go

Oh you're all alone

You poor unfortunate soul

And you say that I've got it all wrong

'cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul

But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach

When you're claiming your faith and contradicting your speech

So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek

I know that when you sit and pray you're only praying for keeps

'Cause you're a ghost at most

A set of empty bones

Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole

When it gets cold

Oh, oh, oh

You don't know

No you don't know

You are all alone

You poor unfortunate soul

You can't control

Where your body lets you go

Oh you're all alone

You poor unfortunate soul

You're shallow and empty and filled with regret

I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck

You only wear 'cause you're weary of what comes after your death

Don't think I didn't notice

Don't think I didn't know

You're just a poor

Poor infortunate soul

Poor infortunate oh

Poor infortunate soul

Poor infortunate... (keeps signing in the background)

You've got it all

And you've got it all wrong

And you never know, never know, never know

You poor infortunate soul

Don't think I didn't mean this