I am not a sinner I fall asleep after dinner This table used to be my favorite tree A temper isn’t courage You eat too much and then purge Electric eyes judge the elastic city Where is my conviction? Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer
I’m still addicted, like a vampire slayer I just have no mission There’s an invisible church inside of me It’s deep, dark and united I don’t know why I’d hide it But I must have done some kind of good job ‘Cause now I can’t even find it