Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away

Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out

That 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?

Cause 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?
Cause my pride 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 in the night like a thief
But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me
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

So I'll 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
Tongue tied to a hating factory


But we all got wood and nails
Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails

Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine